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I desperately needed a break from heavy (albeit great) reading--I'm in the middle of Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar and just finished Edith Wharton's The House of Mirth. So I was thrilled when the library emailed me to say that I got to have a turn with Beatriz Williams' new book, A Hundred Summers. I live in landlocked Colorado and rarely go to any beach, but there isn't a doubt in my mind that this is a classic beach book.
1. Route 5, Ten Miles South of Hanover, New Hampshire October 1931
One hundred and twelve miles of curving pavement lie between the entrance gates of Smith College and the Dartmouth football stadium, and Budgie drives them as she does everything else: hell-for-leather.
The leaves shimmer gold and orange and crimson against a brilliant blue sky, and the sun burns unobstructed overheard, teasing us with a false sense of warmth. Budgie has decreed we drive with the top down, though I am shivering in the draft, huddled inside my wool cardigan, clutching my hat.I'm liking it so far, about a third of the way through, and I smugly think I know what's going on...but I bet that just means I'm falling for red herrings left and right!
