…then you may or may not read ‘Hope Never Dies’ by Andrew Shaffer.
It’s as Delaware as sending your kids to a white flight school while drinking a Dogfish 60.
As a Delawarean, I was reading “Hope Never Dies” not to snipe at its getting Delaware wrong, but rather to bask in its Delawareness. And there wasn’t a lot of that. There was a detective named Dan Capriotti, a walk on the Riverfront, a drive up Route 52 and the smatterings of neighborhoods, but there wasn’t enough. Look, I know Delaware ain’t no Vegas, but we got some things, we really do. We’re not just a tollbooth.
