“…she didn’t know if she was crying because of the possibility – finally articulated – that she actually could die here or because for the first time in at least four years she had come close to thinking about that other summer place…”
The second of the “feminist solar eclipse” novels. A bit like Misery in that the central story is confined to a very small space, while most of the “action” is taking place in the mind of the main character. Bold, often unpleasant but, of course, a good book.