Most ballet teachers in the United States are terrible. If they were in medicine, everyone would be poisoned.
Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.
Conflict and character are the heart of good fiction, and good mystery has both of those in spades.

