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Cove and Heather first meet when they are ten years old, bonding over a seashell they find on the beach. They each keep half of the shell and promise to meet again the following morning. However, when Heather has a terrible accident and Cove's family decides to leave, Cove begs his parents to drive around the area to find Heather so he can give her the seashell and remind her of their promise to meet again the following week. Unaware of the accident, they eventually leave without reuniting with Heather. More than twenty years pass before Cove and Heather's careers bring them back together.…mehr

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Produktbeschreibung
Cove and Heather first meet when they are ten years old, bonding over a seashell they find on the beach. They each keep half of the shell and promise to meet again the following morning. However, when Heather has a terrible accident and Cove's family decides to leave, Cove begs his parents to drive around the area to find Heather so he can give her the seashell and remind her of their promise to meet again the following week. Unaware of the accident, they eventually leave without reuniting with Heather. More than twenty years pass before Cove and Heather's careers bring them back together. Cove is now a spinal cord surgeon and Heather works in cytogeneticist. As they reconnect and reminisce about the day they first met at the beach and shared the seashell, they realize who the other is. Despite the years that have passed, they never forgot each other and the special bond they formed over a simple seashell.
Autorenporträt
Margaret's desire to write began at a young age, writing stories from her imagination. In between raising a family, Margaret Franceschini also devoted time in writing poems which were published in various local books and on poetry sites. She managed to continue her education at the local college, then began working with children with Autism. One summer while vacationing with her family and watching children running through the sand, she remembered her summer vacations as a child with her family and a little boy who would look for her each weekend. This simple act of playing in the sand, digging with seashells and the memory of him running with her to the shore and back to the sand gave her the idea and title of her novel, Seashells.