“Between the buildings Stripeys stumbled, sat, stretched out in exhaustion. Some of them were like ghost-women. Their bodies were the embers of a fire that was dying out.”
“a rambling, innovative, cerebral, and wildly entertaining ‘trippy’ journey that drives home essential questions while providing none of the answers . . .”
“Richard Paul Evans is a masterful writer who gets to the heart of friendship, family relationships, betrayal, and acceptance, making Lost December a heartfelt tale that is sure to