Things are coming together fast. Zelenkova's amazing illustration is almost a replica of my mind's vision. Until the brain-child becomes published, the writer only has the belief he is somewhere between schizophrenia or the magical purple poetry of an inward journey. But when it takes corporeal form, it is akin, I suspect, to birth pangs. Though it has little conscience or remorse for the undertaking. It is soon breathes its own life. At agent's conventions, the bastards want you to describe your book in one sentence. How dare they reduce Rubenstein to one small gasp! However, if I had to, I would say this:
The White Bridge
"Ginger Lee is a cub reporter,trailing a killer through time; from Jazz Age Chicago through Nazi Germany to the grave of a beloved assassinated President. The White Bridge is very real, but for Ginger Lee to do combat with the evils of her time, she must learn to face her own demons. For her to engage them in battle,she must learn how to hate. Her enemies are able teachers."
Now how's that 4 1 sentence?
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