Author: Melissa Marr
Genre: Fantasy/Southern gothic/Paranormal
I have never really been one for paranormal books, but this one pulled me in right from the start. Marr wove this story together very well. As events in the book unfolded, I felt as though I could really picture them happening in reality.
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My creativity is without a doubt fueled by the dark things in my life just as much, if not more, as it is by the good things in my life. Raw, unbridled emotion that leaves you exhausted and mentally spent is one of my greatest weapons when it comes to writing.
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I grew angry, genuinely, with a sneeze today on the train. It was my own, and it rattled me wholly. It was as if I was smacked hard across the face. As if insulted, personally, and while ill-prepared with a clever retort. I muttered to myself fuuuck subsequently, and even spent some time dwelling upon its occurrence. But why, I wondered. What was I so mad at? Who?
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I remember Sorrento.
I remember looking for that beach…what was it called? We saw it in the brochure in the hotel lobby and thought it looked beautiful.
I remember that day we set off, the noonday heat like a hot breath in our faces. We must’ve walked for miles, up and down tiny lizard-strewn pathways that stretched across the cliffs of Sorrento, the sound of families outside having dinner.
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This photograph is what riverfront lot owners on the Potomac River in Falling Waters, West Virginia woke up to two years ago, when the river crested at twenty seven feet from a normal eighteen feet. You might be able to make out the child’s swing set in the middle, right hand side of the photograph, and what you probably can’t make out are floating coolers, folding chairs, and a sinking speed boat in the distance. My vacation riverfront lot sits a quarter mile downriver from where I took this photograph, where it levels out at thirty feet. We were three inches away from disaster that year until the next flood warning, a few months later.
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