from the book

“The gunshots started about two in the morning. They were followed closely by the sounds of broken bottles being thrown at the hotel and screams from the room next door. Lying next to me in bed was a lunatic who brought me to this place to shed the stress of kids, phones, and meal-planning anxiety. This was the third week of our vacation in Papua New guinea, and my husband and I were in the middle of a tribal war in a small village called Kundiawa.”