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“Some nights you consign to memory. If you examined those nights or tried to repeat them you’d blow right through what you want to believe was enchanting. It would be worse than disappointing. The original memory would curl and shrink. You’d be left embarrassed by yourself. Or not. She had absorbed enough embarrassment in her life—enough that she felt there might not be room for much more,” (Upton 55).
When Mira Wallacz goes missing at a literary festival devoted to her work, her colleagues and attendees assume the worse, some even hope for it. Ten years later Wallacz’s superfan Geneva Finch is determined to discover what really happened at the festival, and she’ll have to team up with a self-deprecating former priest to solve the case. Continue reading