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Book Review: The Glass Forest by Cynthia Swanson

“Ruby?” I said again. “Are you there? Are you alright?” “No,” Ruby answered in that restrained voice of hers, devoid of emotion and cool as the water in the bay. “No, Aunt Angie, I am no all right.” There was another pause, and then Ruby said, “Aunt Angie, my father is dead. And my mother…

Book Review: White Bodies by Jane Robins

It was more that I was sick with knowing too much. On the day of his death, I’d waited for the police to turn up at my flat or at the bookshop. It was the same on the morning of the postmortem. And now at the funeral, it seemed certain that police officers were waiting…