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“Diana loosened a sliver of halibut with her fork and slipped it into her mouth. She closed her eyes, tasting the sweetness of the fish; the tart, juicy tomatoes; oil and butter and garlic and thyme. "Good?" asked Reese. His eyes were dark brown behind his glasses, and there was a deep dimple in his left cheek. She chewed and swallowed. "So good." He was still watching her, clearly expecting more. "I don't even like fish, usually. But this- it's so sweet! The tomatoes..." "They're from a farm in Truro. They turn into jam when you reduce them. They're my favorite," he said, voice lowered, like he was telling her a secret, or like he didn't want to hurt the figs' or the bok choy's feelings. "We source as many of our ingredients locally as we can. Our milk and eggs, our butter, our honey- everything we can get from around here, we do.”

Quote by Jennifer Weiner

Book:That Summer
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That Summer

This book delves into the complexities of young love and the transformative experiences that occur during a pivotal summer in the lives of its characters. more

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Jennifer Weiner
Jennifer Weiner

Jennifer Weiner is a renowned American contemporary author, born on March 28, 1970. Her works are known for their humor, wit, and profound social insights, focusing mainly on women's lives, families, and love. Weiner's books have achieved great success in both the literary and mass markets, winning the love of many readers and critics. more

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