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Smarting from her recently cancelled wedding and about to turn 40, Laurie Sassalyn returns to her Maine hometown of Calcasset to handle the estate of her great-aunt Dot, a spirited adventurer who lived to be 93. Alongside boxes of Polaroids and pottery, a mysterious wooden duck shows up at the bottom of a cedar chest. Laurie's curiosity is piqued, especially after she finds a love letter to the never-married Dot that ends with the line "And anyway, if you're ever desperate, there are always ducks, darling".

I should have known better than to fall for Raylan Bradbury. There are too many marks against us for it to ever work. He’s older, works for my family, and is my brother’s best friend. Unfortunately, he checks every one of my boxes. He’s gorgeous, funny, and hides a kind, sweet center...

Gli alberi che non hanno radici sono gli abitanti di Ensenada de Barragán, il paese argentino dove arrivano, partono, ritornano emigranti di diverse generazioni, provenienti soprattutto dall'Istria italo-croata. Ma non si tratta di sradicati, perché non si sentono strappati alla loro terra, piuttosto animali randagi che amano ogni luogo in cui sostano, per breve tempo, a lungo o per sempre, aperti a nuovi incontri, mescolanze, congedi. Questo universo gagliardo e malinconico è pieno di personaggi e di storie comiche o tragiche, sempre epicamente vissute come radicali svolte di vita.

Primer hi ha la tempesta i el llamp i la mort d’en Domènec, el pagès poeta. Després, la Dolceta, que no pot parar de riure mentre explica les històries de les quatre dones penjades per bruixes. La Sió, que ha de pujar tota sola la Mia i l’Hilari allà dalt a Matavaques. I les trompetes de la mort que, amb el seu barret negre i apetitós, anuncien la immutabilitat del cicle de la vida.

I’ve never been the kind of man to give much thought to the future. When I pictured what forever looked like, I didn’t see a picket fence, a wife, or a bunch of little rugrats running around. I had the dog, and that was good enough for me. Or it had been, until a woman with dark, silky hair...