Alice Comes Undone
Felicia C. Sullivan
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It is not often that I read a story that grips me like this and leaves me with a cup of cold coffee by the end … and short of breath and unutterably sad. Every one of the people you portray lives vividly, even if they have only a fleeting presence like the second assistant.

I’m sitting at my desk in Mount Eliza (south of Melbourne, Australia) and looking out of the window over a creek reserve with a wintry sun making the scene almost seem like spring — even that present reality can’t replace what your story has left floating inside me.

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