The click of the intercom snapped me back to attention and when I turned and looked out the window, crystal clear water shimmered gloriously below. I’d been fully engrossed in a draft of Molly Greene’s forthcoming novel Mark of the Loon and the 90-minute flight from Miami had passed before I even had a chance to finish my tomato juice. “We are preparing for landing at Providenciales. At this time, we ask that you please turn off all electronic devices and return your tray table to an upright position…” I shut the cover of my Kindle with a snap and wiggled my toes like an impatient child. After the monotony of Seattle’s gray winter days, I was jonesing for a heavy dose of Vitamin D.Continue Reading