Joan Frances Turner was born in Rhode Island and grew up in the Calumet Region of northwest Indiana. You can see trailers and read excerpts of Dust at 
Dust by Joan Frances Turner
Sometimes, when I give a book a middling rating, it means the book was middling throughout. This is not one of those times. I intensely disliked the first half of Dust, and it took me about a month to get through it. The second half, I loved, and read in one day.
Dust’s greatest strength — and also its greatest drawback — is that Joan Frances Turner writes description extremely well. She has the gift of evoking that one perfect image that puts you right there in the character’s mind: a dimly remembered strawberry, or a lost connection described as:
a light shining from a farmhouse window on some dark, empty highway, streaking brightly across your windshield as you drive past, and then fading. And then gone.
It becomes a drawback when Turner conjures up, with the same skil... Read More
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