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"One of the greatest pleasures I found in reading this book was the opportunity to be so vividly and fully present in such a compelling place. I'm fascinated by the specter of a small, laid-back, tight-knit island community."
Jessica Wilbanks, When I Spoke in Tongues

“This novel, deeply grounded in the landscape and rhythms of its particular sandy stretch of Gulf Coast, intertwines two stories of female loss. As the mystery of the connection between these stories unspools, you will be pulled deeper in, as if by an undertow. Because in these compelling stories of loss lies the possibility of renewal, both for the characters, and for ourselves.”
                                                                                    Kimberly Meyer, The Book of Wanderings

"A beautiful tempest of heartache and healing."
Tex Thompson, Children of the Drought 

“With a beauty for language and a strong sense of place, Georgina Key captures Bolivar Peninsula the same way Delia Owens captures the marshes of the North Carolina coast in, Where the Crawdads Sing. A story of awakening in luscious prose.”
Maria Merrill, I’m Not That Kind of Gal
  
“I thoroughly enjoyed this book and felt transported to a corner of Texas with which I was only vaguely familiar. The specificity of language and the poignancy of the story lit up the peninsula for me, and I'm sure that when I next visit Bolivar, I'll see the words coming alive again in the ocean, wildlife, and residents.”
Erin McGuff-Pennington, “American Quartet”
Filmelodic

“shiny bits in between is a novel about grief and forgiveness of self and others. It is a novel about living again.”
Maurine Ogbaa, “Goodbye” AGNI

shiny bits in between is written so vividly it becomes a part of who you are. It's a story of the coming together of two souls through madness, compassion, and fate. Georgina takes you to that heavy place deep in your chest where you feel longing and loss. But she gently leads you with the smell of the ocean and the breeze of Bolivar to a new place of promise and light. Pour yourself a glass of wine and settle in for a great read.”
Sandra Poole

"Read it cover to cover. Couldn't put it down. Beautiful, intense work! An incredibly deep writer!"
Ynes Malakova, Balance of Seven Press

"When reading Georgina Key's words there’s a comforting sense of having your hand held while being guided through the intimate landscape of what it is to be human and vulnerable.
Lori Cassady

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