She’s fifteen (well, almost). She’s in love — although she hasn’t exactly put the feeling into words like that, not yet, and the boy is none the wiser. Her father sells real estate, and he’s not half-bad at it. And her mother — well, we’ll come back to Eleanor’s mother. Agnes has a story that’s all her own.

Eleanor lives in a little oceanside Oregon town, one of the most beautiful spots in the Pacific Northwest. She’s spending her summer with friends, rowing almost daily to a rocky island called Huffnagle. You know, after the knot. And that’s appropriate, because what happens on the island sets in motion some very tangled consequences.

This is the story of a girl at the top of the world.

For a moment, at least.

Because this is also the story of a girl who never stops falling.

Each week I’ll post a new page — or a couple of new pages — in Eleanor’s little saga. I hope you’ll stick around, say hello, tell me what you think. That’s the best part of this, for me.

P.S.¬†This introduction makes me feel like Garrison Keillor. And that’s not a good thing. So try not to hear his voice when you read what I write, because that would break my heart.

P.P.S. This site wouldn’t be possible without the code whizbangerry of Tessa Pahkamaa. Thanks for making this happen, Tessa!

Hello, new readers! If this is your first visit to the site, you’re in luck — you’re at the very beginning! I hope you’ll catch up and then stick around — I’ll be publishing new pages here twice each week.