The Last Good Seat at the Bar

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>After a career breakdown and the slow drift of a relationship she couldn't quite save Morgan Langford retreats to her late grandfather's weatherworn cabin on the South Carolina coast. Locals call it </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>The Bar</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>-a place of creaking porch boards shifting tides and silence thick enough to hear her own unfinished sentences.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>Here Morgan faces what's broken-in the house in her writing and in herself. Music from old records fills the empty rooms. A faint trace of cigar smoke lingers when no one else is there. And someone from her past appears: Ashley the first true love she thought she had lost for good.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>Set against the quiet beauty of the Low Country </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>The Last Good Seat at the Bar</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)> is a deeply moving novel about memory family and the fragile ordinary moments that make us whole. Both intimate and atmospheric it explores how the past haunts us and how opening the right door-sometimes literally-can change everything.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(83 90 98 1)>For readers of Delia Owens and Ann Patchett Emily Coleman's debut offers a moving portrait of loss love and the way the past lingers in the places we return to.</span></p><p></p>