Meet Maddie Maguire.
“Alaska? Isn’t that where Jack London froze to death? I asked Rachel. “No thanks.” I equated Alaska with Siberia, with Eskimos and dog sleds, and the idea of working in a fish cannery was ridiculous. “Alaska? No way,” I repeated.
A month later I stepped off the ferry into Petersburg, Alaska.
This from Sylvie R:
“I had no expectations about the book. It turned out to be as much of a ‘read straight through’ book as I can do at my age. I started at 4:00 one day and finished after midnight the next night - having the necessary sleep and eating breaks. I couldn’t put it down, which is rare, as I think I’ve become a pretty jaded reader. I appreciated your taking the time to refine your writing. There wasn’t a word or phrase that didn’t serve the story, with enough description to feel the mud and smell the salt in the air.”