Week(end) reading: The Expats


She couldn’t guess the realm where the problem dwelt. Or even if there was one. And although she felt the vague need to talk about it, she felt a stronger compulsion to keep her concerns secret. She’d always been comfortable with the unsaid; secrets are what she did.” — from The Expats, by Chris Pavone

For several months, this book kept catching my eye in the bookstore, as if pleading, “pick me, pick meee!!” Has this ever happened to you? For some reason, out of all the books in the store, you pick one that was not even in your sight line, or did not largely impinge on your consciousness the way bestsellers will. This has happened to me several times and I’ve discovered new writers this way.

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