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TROPICAL DEPRESSION
A novel by Arin Greenwood

ISBN: 978-0-615-43188-8
Publisher: Back Porch Books
Released January 2011

Description:  Nina Barker is a neurotic young New York lawyer whose life is coming apart. After suffering a lost job and a bad breakup, she flees the increasingly painful world she knows in favor of what she imagines - quite wrongly, it turns out - will be a simpler life on the remote island of Miramar. Populated with corrupt politicians, quirky and frequently intoxicated expats, ghosts, strippers, and a guy who may or may not be working for the CIA, Nina soon discovers her tropical escape isn't exactly paradise - it's also not boring.

Sometimes heartbreaking, often hilarious, Tropical Depression explores what happens when a person finds the change, adventure, and CIA agents she wasn't looking for.

"It's an easy read that tells a good story." - Pacific Daily News (Guam)

"A delight to read and re-read." - Marianas Variety (Saipan)

"I haven't enjoyed a book this much since I read the first Harry Potter book..." - Saipan Tribune (Saipan)

"Memoirs Of A Geisha for goth vegetarians." - Hafablog.com (Saipan)

Arin Greenwood is a writer and sometimes-lawyer who moved to Saipan in February, 2002, intending to stay for one year. Five and a half years later, she moved to the DC area, where she now lives with her partner Ray, their dog Murray and their cat Derrick. Arin's stories have appeared in dozens of publications, including Slate, the Washington CityPaper, the American Bar Association Journal, Mental Floss, Out Of The Storm News, and many others. Tropical Depression is Arin's first novel.

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Excerpt from Arin Greenwood's novel, "Tropical Depression"

"I’m learning that when someone comes back from a tropical island, that person’s associates want to hear how the steel drum band played all night and the girls in the coconut bras put on quite a show. They do not want to hear confusing stories about parasailing accidents and the CIA’s deep involvement with Russian refugees."

"And then I remember what they said to me when I was new: people who come to this island are missionaries, mercenaries, or misfits. I’d gotten so caught up with being a misfit I’d forgotten about the mercenaries and the missionaries. Maybe it’s nicer to forget about the mercenaries, live in their world but not recognize them for what they are. I don’t want to see mercenaries around me, even if they’re there."

"The lure of imaginary beaches and sunsets is still strong. So is the lure of driving the car until I find a road that pleases me, a road that’s well-paved and scenic, one that’ll keep me from getting lost, which I know won’t exist no matter how hard I look, but the unknown road is compelling all the same."