I bought Luckiest Girl Alive by Jessica Knoll yesterday in Long Branch because I wanted to hold an actual novel in my hands at the Shore. It’s about a young, socially climbing magazine writer with a secret--still to be revealed. I like it. Escapism. And I also like that picking it up and reading it transports me to a relaxing state of mind, as though I’m still where I was when I read the first sentence--on a lounge chair by the sea. Holding it in my hands brings back the scent of sunscreen, clean white towels and an ocean breeze.