Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22 Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 32 Page 33 Page 34 Page 35 Page 36 Page 37 Page 38 Page 39 Page 40 Page 41 Page 42 Page 43 Page 44 Page 45 Page 46 Page 47 Page 48 Page 49 Page 50 Page 51 Page 52 Page 53 Page 54 Page 55 Page 56 Page 57 Page 58 Page 59 Page 60 Page 61 Page 62 Page 63 Page 64 Page 65 Page 66 Page 67 Page 68 Page 69 Page 70 Page 71 Page 72 Page 73 Page 74 Page 75 Page 76 Page 77 Page 78 Page 79 Page 80 Page 81 Page 82 Page 83 Page 84 Page 85 Page 86 Page 87 Page 88 Page 89 Page 90 Page 91 Page 92 Page 93 Page 94 Page 95 Page 96 Page 97 Page 98 Page 99 Page 100For anyone who enjoyed Ruby Red Heart in a Cold Blue Sea, you’ll love being transported back to The Point. Picking up seven years from where the first novel left off, Written on My Heart brings this coastal Maine community—with all of the hardship and joy to be found—to life. As an unsolved murder winds its way throughout the novel, Rogers’s characters wrestle with the limi- tations of a shrinking community and a changing way of life, the transition from child to adult, and the life-altering power of love and loss. 384 pages | Plume | Paperback $17 Written on My Heart by Morgan Callan Rogers The arts 32 p o r t l a n d monthly magazine Pulitzer Prize-winning author and part-time Maine resident Elizabeth Strout has crafted an honest and often heartbreak- ing story with My Name is Lucy Barton. A young mother of two, Barton is recovering from surgery complications when her own mother, to whom she had not spoken in many years, comes to keep her company for five days. Everything seems to be ticking along well until Lucy reveals to us in small ways the poverty of her upbringing, her hunger for her mother’s love, and their difficult and at times abusive relationship. 208 pages | Random House | HardCOver $26 My Name is Lucy Barton by Elizabeth Strout Every time a nurse offered to bring her a cot, she shook her head. After a while, the nurses stopped asking. My mother stayed with me five nights, and she never slept but in her chair.” Darkness had settled in as we’d been talking, but millions of stars had leaked through it.” Clockwise from top left: courtesy photo; jeff gunn; gus powell; courtesy photos; Photo © Leonard-Cendamo; biajoe, flickr