"Connie watched Liz talk, enjoying the sound of a voice other than her own filling the house's dour rooms. When circulating in the Marblehead world-buying groceries, visiting archives, picking up a coffee- she engaged in brushes of conversation, her solitude briefly rubbing up against the presence of other people before retreating again to the isolated cavern of Granna's house. Sometimes she would look down to discover Arlo in her lap, his brown gaze reminding her that she had not spoken in several hours."
"I was also drawn to Deliverance's story by my sympathy with the New England legacy of difficult, and sometimes overly bookish, women."
- Katherine Howe