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“Alexander is a Montgomery. He doesn't belong in some backwater resort town. If he had stayed where he belongs, none of this would have happened." "If you stay in bed every morning and never get up, nothing will ever happen to you. But that's no way to live." "I can see why my son likes you.”

Quote by Susan Wiggs

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Summer by the Sea

This book is a poignant tale that unfolds against the backdrop of a picturesque seaside town. It delves into the complexities of human emotions, as characters navigate through the joys and sorrows of life's journey. The narrative weaves a tapestry of personal growth and the enduring power of relationships. more

Author

Susan Wiggs
Susan Wiggs

Susan Wiggs is an American author born on May 17, 1958. Her works primarily focus on family, love, and community life, and she is beloved by readers for her warm emotional descriptions and profound character portrayals. more

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