β Scribed by Ashley, Renee
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β. . . Tomorrow is our anniversary. Tomorrow we have been married at least one thousand years.β How does a woman move from one life to another? Can she? In this lyrical and often very funny novel, thirty-seven-year old Dore Dover searches for answers both in the familiar territories of old friendships and the mapless terrain of marriage.
What hope can there be for a woman who says aloud, βI drag that old life with me like a dead cat in a sackβ?
βIt has been pointed out to me that I am undefined, that I donβt know what I want, and that this is my whole problem. It is entirely probable. If I knew what I wanted, Iβd just go get it. But as it is, I donβt know, and so here I sit on this damp stoop, outside a house we no longer own, leaving, with a husband whom, it is quite probable, I do not love, to go live in a rather isolated area, which, some time ago, gave me a great deal of pleasure.
βI am too old for this . . .β
Dore takes on the world and herself in this first novel by acclaimed poet RenΓ©e Ashley. While the ground is shifting beneath her, Dore discovers what her truths might be in the troubled places within herself.
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