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“The middle seat holds an old woman, teeny, not much bigger than a doll. She is creased and wrinkled and rheumy-eyed. Her eyes, though, beneath their cloudy scrim, sparkle like emeralds. And she is bright. She is very bright. Her cheeks rouged a happy pink. Her sweater a hot pink, the vibrant color masking the heavy load on her sloped, thin shoulders.”
― Cherise Wolas, The Resurrection of Joan Ashby

“Joan Ashby is one of our most astonishing writers, a master of words whose profound characters slip free of the page...”
― Cherise Wolas