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When he looked up, Gemma was marching toward him, a dish cloth balled in her fist. She stopped at the next table, wiping it down aggressively before tucking in a red chair. Something flickered in his stomach, like fish darting around.
She straightened up, hand on hip. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you actually, Chris.”
With a high-functioning young woman born on the fetal alcohol spectrum, planning to live life as if she’s a legendary Viking, I had an inkling this book would feel fresh and different. By the end it felt like ‘Eleanor Oliphant’ meets ‘Breaking Bad’, which you have to admit is kind of fascinating. Zelda is learning… Read more
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