“IT HAD ONLY BEEN TWO days, but Janine Blitstein was already tired of Bleak Creek. Things that had seemed charming and quaint during her childhood summertime visits now seemed, at best, out of touch and, at worst, annoyingly backward. It completely boggled her mind that her mother had grown up here. Then again, her mom had left town as soon as she could, so in that way it made perfect sense.”