Books by Carol Beach York

Julie had lived her life at 912 Linton Street. But the things she was telling me now had nothing to do with Linton Street. She dragged a sled up a snowy hill behind her house...but there was no hill on Linton Street. She scratched patterns with her fingernails on frosty windowpanes that looked out on a brick courtyard that was not on Linton Street. People came and went around her with the rustle of long skirts. Pleasant memories of some childhood that the Julie Wintcomb I knew had never known. But not all memories were pleasant...