Bury Our Bones In The Midnight soil David Soman Maddie takes comfort in counting

Maddie takes comfort in counting daisy petals and the parallel lines of moonlight pouring through her bedroom blinds

but still she looks forward to that time every day when old curmudgeon Arthur McLachlan comes to browse the shelves and cheerfully insult her

Nico never tells the truth again

this is a beautifully packaged tale of wonder

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Bury Our Bones In The Midnight soil David Soman Maddie takes comfort in counting"Santo Domingo de la Calzada, 1532. London, 1827. Boston, 2019. Three young women, their bodies planted in the same soil, their stories tangling like roots. One grows high, and one grows deep, and one grows wild. And all of them grow teeth"