One January day thirty years ago the little town of Hanover anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland was trying not to be blown away. A mist of fine snowflakes was curling and eddying about the cluster of low drab buildings huddled on the gray prairie under a gray sky.
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LibraryThing ReviewUser Review - larryerick - LibraryThing
I always had in the back of mind while I was reading this book that it had been written in a much more conservative time. I suspect that it pushed the limits more back then than it feels to be doing ... Read full review
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Uncharacteristically, I managed to read more than half of this novel without reading the back of book blurb. When I did and saw the word "murder" I laughed. How could such a quiet, deliberate book ... Read full review