The glass castle
‘Out in the East they say that the mind of a woman is a jungle, and it is the only jungle in which a man should never get lost.’ That was the code by which Edwin Trequair lived – or so he told Heron. Why then had he asked her to marry him? More to the point, why had Heron accepted? True, he had much to offer her – money, and his fascinating house; the house which had meant so much to Heron all her life, the Glass Castle – but Heron was not the type of girl to marry for mercenary reason like that. Yet her feeling for him was of fear and curiosity more than any other emotion. Could she ever understand such a strange, arrogant man? Still less make him a successful wife…