Title: Night Walk
Author: Elizabeth Daly
Cover artist: photo cover
Estimated value: $No Idea—it's sharp and unread, so maybe $10-15 (the prices here are ridiculous)
- Lindsay refused to play the final movement of the piano concerto—but why!? Somebody call Henry Gamadge. . . What do you mean, 'Who?'
- She's either zombie-walking in traffic or contemplating jumping out of a lighthouse. Her face is giving nothing away.
- I confess to being a little bit in love here. When a youthful Elizabeth Montgomery in a powder blue sweater set and perfectly flipped hair stares you dead in the eye with a look that promises nothing specific but everything mysterious ... you go. You drop what you're doing and go. "Fuck it, I'm in," you say.
- Frazer Mills, LOL. That is one great made-up bucolic-sounding non-urban place name right there.
- Mmm, Miss Bluett. I imagine that's the lady on the front cover. Definitely a plausible town librarian. Also, very Blue (tt).
- No, sorry, Garston is not a name.
"Young people get acquainted rapidly nowadays." He poured drinks.
This is one of my favorite "Page 123"s. A very, very civilized euphemism.
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