It's exactly two weeks until the release of Favorite Daughters. To mark the occasion, I've posted an excerpt. Read on!
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When I enter the party, I don’t see anyone I know, not even Marina. I head to the bar and get a glass of pinot noir, which I instantly regret, because everything here - the carpet, the couches, the shelving - is all white. Her place glistens with a fresh newness, like a crisp, freshly minted $100-dollar bill, and if I was …