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A review by mlautchi
The Glass House by Brooke Dunnell
5.0
'Don't blame yourself,' Samara admonished.
Like that, the guilt fluttered up off Julia's shoulders. It hung just overhead, threatening to drop back at any moment, but at least there was room for breath now. 232
The rain had mostly stopped, and the air had a freshly laundered feeling to it. 268
He held her and told her he was sorry she'd gone through that, and she said it was okay, she was okay. 299
Like that, the guilt fluttered up off Julia's shoulders. It hung just overhead, threatening to drop back at any moment, but at least there was room for breath now. 232
The rain had mostly stopped, and the air had a freshly laundered feeling to it. 268
He held her and told her he was sorry she'd gone through that, and she said it was okay, she was okay. 299