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295 pages, Hardcover
First published July 12, 2016
I've never been fond of squirrels; I prefer chipmunks with their racing stripes. When I was six or seven I spent an entire summer prone among the maples and birches behind my parents' house, hoping a chipmunk would mistake me for a log. I wanted so badly to know the feel of his little feet on my skin. That never happened, but once one did scamper close, until we were eye-to-eye. And then he sneezed in my face and disappeared. Like a magic trick, I told my husband on our first date. Poof. A story I've told so many times I no longer know if it's true.
“That's how they do it; they blur the line between reality and nightmare. They give me bad dreams, and then they make them come true.”
“Because his future is more important than my past.”