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310 pages, Paperback
First published June 21, 2016





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"You're different, Nora."
"Does that mean fucked up?"
"We're all fucked up. That wouldn't make you different."
"Life is deep, Nora. Dive in."
"They're the wealthy and the poor, the lost and the enlightened, and I love every one of them."
"Don't pretend to know me when you barely know yourself."
"That beach house is making you crazy. It's changing you."
"How did you know I was alone?"
"Because you're always alone. Except when you were with him."
"There's really only one way to look at things. If you look at them the other way, you'll make yourself miserable."
"You can't control everything that happens to you, but you can control how you move forward."
"Don't break me."
"I won't, Nora Hargrove."
. . . they wouldn't let me hide here no matter how defiantly I tried.
They were living, and they were determined to take me with them. . . .
"Nora, you've got to be willing to write your own story,"
"And you've got to be brave enough to let someone else hear it."
"This summer I learned to fly . . . and to live . . . and to exist among the stars. . . ."
. . . For fifteen weeks, I'd been trapped in a too-small cottage with housemates who were larger than life. It saved me.
"So please join me and raise your glasses to the summer, to my summer as a full share."
“Life is deep, Nora. Dive in.”
“They’re the wealthy and the poor, the lost and the enlightened, and I love every one of them.”
“You’re okay. You’re like a string of Christmas lights…if just one bulb was replaced, you’d shine bright…we just need to figure out which bulb it is.”
“Don’t pretend to know me when you barely know yourself.”
“I know you didn’t want to be my first because of exactly this, the dramatic clingy horror show of virgins, but even if I never see you again after today, I’m the luckiest person alive because it was you.”
Nora, a twenty-something insurance processor Monday thru Friday and a full share on the weekends. But she’s not your typical party girl. Sure she goes through the binge drinking motions, but she has a layer of disquiet just beneath the surface that would bubble over if she didn’t have a quip at the ready to deflect anyone that gets too close. But it’s summer, at the shore and there’s plenty to distract her with a gaggle of full and half shares clamoring for attention and space. In the mix is her old college crush and plenty of eye candy. When I say plenty I mean there was enough for a different guy for every day of the week. My head was on a swivel wondering who was the guy. The male leads that stood out for me were Tank and Jack Randall. They are both equally charming and engaging but two completely different types. But a love triangle this is not. Without a hint of sappy sentiment, this unique study in interpersonal relations is chock full of banter, intrigue and profound thought that makes my post-grad years seem shoddy in comparison.