Sara Marchant – författare

'This deft, devourable novella is one part Barbara Pym, one part Patricia Highsmith, and all parts Sara Marchant' —Jill Alexander Essbaum, author of HausfrauOn an East Coast island, full of tall pine moaning with sea gusts, Delilah moves into a cottage by the shore. The neighbours gossip as they watch her cleaning, black hair tied back in a white rubber band. They don't like it when she plants a garden out front – orange-red Carpinus caroliniana and silvery-blue hosta. Very unusual, they whisper.When Delilah is visited by a man in a sports car from off the island, tongues begin to wag, and when she strikes up a friendship with the local police officer, they wag even harder. But none of that matters to Delilah, someone else has caught her eye.Across the driveway lives a man who never goes out. Delilah knows he's watching her and she likes the look of him. But it seems he has secrets of his own, and perhaps life is too complicated already...

On a windswept island off Cape Cod, Delilah moves into a cottage by the shore. After growing up in precarious circumstances with her Abuela, both of them hiding a terrible secret, all Delilah wants now is a beautiful place of her own - and she's paid a high price for it. The neighbours watch the newcomer and wonder about her. They don't like it when she plants a wild and colourful garden in the front yard, and they like the visits from her married lover even less. Meanwhile, her new cottage shares a driveway with the reclusive Anton, who has a secret of his own. When the two meet, sparks fly - but will the past catch up with them?