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I'm starting Chapter Two, and it's more telling.
Rosy wakes up Saturday morning, hears a bunch of noise, and pokes her head out the window -- it's January -- to see what's going on.
New neighbors are moving in, and the woman entering the house is an absolute cartoon caricature.
I'm not liking this book or this writer at all.