Still Life With Bread Crumbs

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Trade paperback advanced readers copy in good condition. Minimal wear to cover. Merchandizing letter included.

“It’s a funny thing, hope. It’s not like love, or fear, or hate.It’s a feeling you don’t really know you had until it’s gone.”

Still Life with Breadcrumbs begins with an imagined gunshot and ends with a new tin roof. Between the two is a wry and knowing portrait of Rebecca Winter, a photographer whose work made her an unlikely heroine for many women. Her career is now descendent, her bank balance shaky and she has fled the city for the middle of nowhere. There she discovers, in a tree stand with a roofer named Jim Bates, that what she sees through a camera lens is not all there is to life.

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Trade paperback advanced readers copy in good condition. Minimal wear to cover. Merchandizing letter included.

“It’s a funny thing, hope. It’s not like love, or fear, or hate.It’s a feeling you don’t really know you had until it’s gone.”

Still Life with Breadcrumbs begins with an imagined gunshot and ends with a new tin roof. Between the two is a wry and knowing portrait of Rebecca Winter, a photographer whose work made her an unlikely heroine for many women. Her career is now descendent, her bank balance shaky and she has fled the city for the middle of nowhere. There she discovers, in a tree stand with a roofer named Jim Bates, that what she sees through a camera lens is not all there is to life.

Trade paperback advanced readers copy in good condition. Minimal wear to cover. Merchandizing letter included.

“It’s a funny thing, hope. It’s not like love, or fear, or hate.It’s a feeling you don’t really know you had until it’s gone.”

Still Life with Breadcrumbs begins with an imagined gunshot and ends with a new tin roof. Between the two is a wry and knowing portrait of Rebecca Winter, a photographer whose work made her an unlikely heroine for many women. Her career is now descendent, her bank balance shaky and she has fled the city for the middle of nowhere. There she discovers, in a tree stand with a roofer named Jim Bates, that what she sees through a camera lens is not all there is to life.

978-1-4000-6575-2

Anna Quindlen

2014

Women’s Prize for Fiction winner