“The air cools to crisp, carries sound farther. Last pears ripen and fall, ferment on the ground; the aroma of their wine mixes with the pungency of leaf smoke from nowhere and everywhere. At nightfall, the wing-song shrill of crickets announces that this season has a natural pathos to it, the brief and flaming brilliance of everything at the climax of life moving toward death.
“October Brown had named herself for all of that.”
So begins this beautifully written coming-of-age story about a young woman who struggles to overcome her family’s frightening legacy and keep her own child from similar emotional harm.