{"product_id":"2940012661296","title":"The Vanishing of Betty Varian","description":"Scanned, proofed and corrected from the original edition for your reading pleasure. (Worth every penny!)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e***\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAn excerpt from the beginning of:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I \u003cbr\u003eHeadland Harbor\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIT is, of course, possible, perhaps even probable, that somewhere on this green earth there may be finer golf links or a more attractive clubhouse than those at Headland Harbor, but never hope to wring such an admission from any one of the summer colony who spend their mid-year at that particular portion of the Maine coast. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFar up above the York cliffs are more great crags and among the steepest and wildest of these localities, a few venturesome spirits saw fit to pitch their tents.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eOthers joined them from time to time until now, the summer population occupied nearly a hundred cottages and bungalows and there was, moreover, a fair sized and fairly appointed inn.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMany of the regulars were artists, of one sort or another, but also came the less talented in search of good fishing or merely good idling. And they found it, for the majority of the householders were people of brains as well as talent and by some mysterious management the tone of the social side of things was kept pretty much as it should be.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWealth counted for what it was worth, and no more. Genius counted in the same way, and was never overrated. Good nature and an amusing personality were perhaps the best assets one could bring to the conservative little community, and most of the shining lights possessed those in abundance.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTo many, the word harbor connotes a peaceful, serene bit of blue water, sheltered from rough winds and basking in the sunlight.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis is far from a description of Headland Harbor, whose rocky shores and deep black waters were usually wind-swept and often storm-swept to a wild picturesqueness beloved of the picture painters.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut there were some midsummer days, as now, one in late July, when the harbor waters lay serene and the sunlight dipped and danced on the tiny wavelets that broke into spray over the nearby rocks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBecause it was about the hour of noon, the clubhouse verandah was crowded with members and guests waiting for the mail, which, as always, was late.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe clubhouse, a big, low building, with lots of shiny paint and weathering shingles, was at the nearest spot consistent with safety to the shore. From it could be had a magnificent view of the great headland that named the place.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis gigantic cliff jutted out into the sea, and rising to a height of three hundred feet, the mighty crag showed a slight overhang which rendered it unscalable. The wet black rock glistened in the sunlight, as spray from the dashing breakers broke half way up its sides.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe top was a long and narrow tableland, not much more than large enough to accommodate the house that crowned the summit. There was a strip of sparse lawn on either side the old mansion, and a futile attempt at a garden, but vegetation was mostly confined to the weird, one-sided pine trees that waved the branches of their lee sides in mournful, eerie motions.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Can't see how any one wants to live up there in that God-forsaken shack,\" said John Clark, settling more comfortably in his porch rocker and lighting a fresh cigarette.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, I think it's great!\" Mrs. Blackwood disagreed with him. \"So picturesque\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You know, if you say 'picturesque' up here, you'll be excommunicated. The thing is all right, but the word is taboo.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"All right, then, chromoesque.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But it isn't that,\" Clark objected; \"it's more like an old steel engraving--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, not with all that color,\" said Lawrence North. \"It is like an engraving on a gray, cloudy day, — but today, with the bright water and vivid sunshine, it's like a--\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Speak it right out!\" cried Ted Landon, irrepressibly, \"like a picture postcard!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It can't help being like that,\" Mrs. Blackwood agreed, \"for the postcards for sale in the office of the club are more like the reality than any picture an artist has ever made of the Headland House.\"...","brand":"OGB","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47145434185968,"sku":"2940012661296","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012661296_p0.jpg?v=1763571465","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012661296","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}