As the author comments, " It is the story that lies around the edges of the photographs...it's about the lies we tell others to protect them...and about the lies we tell ourselves in order not to acknowledge what we can't bear....and what in the end do we do?" This novels weaves around that concept.
Page 3, "Never mind, I.. am old...tired of the terrible clarity of the young..... all of you are young these days."
Page 49: " Large and handsome ......Mrs Cripps stood like a striped tent without an occasion, studying the scene..."
Page 86..."gone to fat, her mother's body, hung like too many coats thrown over a hangar."
Page 245."War was coming....everyone said it, though ......Outside the windows here gulls and swallows divided an undivided sky......if there was a psychology of summer people, it was this: .. Alert and bright they trooped into the post office with letters and cards, wanting to get the work of their vacation out of the way in the morning.""