{"product_id":"the-line-painter-9780002008358","title":"The Line Painter","description":"\u003cp\u003eIts 1:08 a.m. when Carries car breaks down on the highway somewhere north of Lake Superior. Its dark  the road is quiet  her cell phone is down  and she is alone. She took off from Toronto that morning  running from grief over the death of her boyfriend  and unable to cope with the truth about the events that led to it. The relief Carrie feels as a truck pulls up soon turns to fear after its driver offers her a lift. Frank  her would-be rescuer  is a line painter  putting lines on the road to stop people from being killed. But after Carrie gets in the truck  she starts to realize that this will be the road trip of her lifea trip of terror  transformation and forgiveness. Claire Cameron has created a unique portrait of Carrie  a young woman whose actions are driven by grief and shame  her personality a beguiling combination of navet and streetsmarts. Frank is equally sharply drawn  his flashes of humour and tenderness disguising the wreckage within. Written in spare  unvarnished prose that brims with menace against the forbidding backdrop of a northern landscape  The Line Painter takes us on a riveting trip down a twisted road of memory and redemption. Smoke? I looked over. He held up two cigarettes. I had quit. It was all part of my campaign of the past few years to try and grow up. Quit smoking  drink less  no drugs  move in with boyfriend and play house  get a real job and wear a suit. I stopped short of wearing nude-coloured hosiery  but only just. It was my own sort of a personal temperance plan. If I could just suppress all my bad urges then . . . um . . . Id forgotten what  actually. But Frank wasnt just asking me to smoke. This was quite a different thing. Frank was trying to forge a link. He was calling a truce. He was trying to bond. He was offering me a peace pipe of sorts  though packaged with a few more chemicals and a filter. I took a smoke and accepted Franks outstretched lighter. I inhaled deeply. I never have any trouble starting smoking again and I certainly didnt this time. . . . I sat down on the shoulder a safe distance away from him.from The Line Painter\u003c\/p\u003e","brand":"My Store","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":67929953828917,"sku":"ByrdShop_0002008351","price":66.93,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0627\/8139\/0901\/files\/9780002008358.jpg?v=1794201932","url":"https:\/\/atxbooks.com\/products\/the-line-painter-9780002008358","provider":"ATX Books","version":"1.0","type":"link"}