How fun to read a book set in my little corner of the world! Eileen Garvin's The Music of Bees is a lovely, well-woven story of a convergence of three lonely lives.
Two quotes jumped out:
Page 22: The sunburned tourists who plodded through downtown clutching iced coffees had no idea that the heart of this place was far from Oak Street, up the valley, and out in the orchards. Those long rows of trees were far more than a postcard backdrop for their scenic drives.
Page 63: The wind banged around the house all night like it was looking for something it had lost.
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