On an East Coast island, full of tall pine moaning with sea gusts, Delilah moves into a cottage by the shore. The neighbours gossip as they watch her clean, black hair tied back in a white rubber band. They don’t like it when she plants a garden out front – orange red carpinus caroliniana and silvery blue hosta. Very unusual, they whisper.
Across the driveway lives a man who never goes out. Delilah knows he’s watching her too and she likes the look of him, but perhaps life is too complicated already…
‘This story unfolds beautifully, with a balance of mystery and wry insight that keeps you turning the pages.’ – Mary Yukari Waters, author of The Laws of Evening
‘Sara Marchant is the kind of writer we need for these times: her scathing intelligence, refusal to engage with sentimentality, and generous, inclusive view of what makes people’s lives matter restores my belief in the power of story to change the world.’ – Emily Rapp, author of The Still Point of the Turning World
‘With radiant humanity, humour, and spiky powers of observation, Sara Marchant illuminates the wild and enigmatic nature of attraction.’ – Mary Otis, author of Yes, Yes, Cherries
‘This deft, devourable novella is one part Barbara Pym, one part Patricia Highsmith, and all parts Sara Marchant. Keep a look out. She’s one to watch.’ – Jill Alexander Essbaum, author of Hausfrau