Robin Windsor has spent most of her life under an assumed name, jogging from her family’s ignominious past. She believed she’d finally discovered sanctuary in her rather unremarkable utilized bookstore simply up the road from the marina in River Town, Michigan. But the store is battling and days gone by is hot on her behalf heels. When she receives an eerily familiar publication in the email on the morning of her father’s planned execution, Robin can be thrown back again to the long-lost summer months she met Peter Flynt, the perfect son who ruined everything. That book–a first release Catcher in the Rye–is quickly accompanied by the various other books she shared with Peter nearly two decades ago, with one arriving in the email every day. But why would Peter become making contact in the end these years? And why does she possess a sinking sense that she’s about to end up being exposed all over again? With evocative prose that recalls the traditional novels we like, Erin Bartels pens a tale that presents that words–the types we say, the types we read, and the ones we write–have even more power than we visualize.