Laura

“He’d found her weeping one day the previous week, huddled over a much-thumbed copy of a mystery, one of a series. In this one the heroine’s lover had died. She took it as a personal affront—“I can’t believe she did that! How could she do that?”—and threw the book across the room, only to retrieve it a moment later and force him to listen to her read the death scene out loud.”
― Dana Stabenow, Nothing Gold Can Stay