 Penguin Random House Audio presents Little Fires Everywhere by Celeste Ng. Read for you by Jennifer Lim. To those out on their own paths, setting little fires. Whether you buy a home site in the school section, broad acres in the shaker country estates, or one of the houses offered by this company in a choice of neighborhoods, your purchase includes facilities for golf, riding, tennis, boating. It includes un-excelled schools, and it includes protection forever against depreciation and unwelcome change. Advertisement. The Van Sweringen Company. Creators and developers of Shaker Village. Actually, though, all things considered, people from Shaker Heights are basically pretty much like people everywhere else in America. They may have three or four cars instead of one or two, and they may have two television sets instead of one. And when a Shaker Heights girl gets married, she may have a reception for 800, with the Meyer-Davis Band flown in from New York instead of a wedding reception for 100 with a local band. But these are all differences of degree rather than fundamental differences. We're friendly people and we have a wonderful time, said a woman at the Shaker Heights Country Club recently, and she was right. For the inhabitants of Utopia do, in fact, appear to lead a rather happy life. The Good Life in Shaker Heights. Cosmopolitan, March 1963. One. Everyone in Shaker Heights was talking about it that summer. How Isabelle, the last of the Richardson children, had finally gone around the bend and burned the house down. All spring the gossip had been about little Mirabel McCullough, or, depending which side you were on, Meiling Chow. And now, at last, there was something new and sensational to discuss. A little after noon on that Saturday in May, the shoppers pushing their grocery carts in Heinen's heard the fire engines wail to life and careen away toward the duck pond. By a quarter after twelve, there were four of them parked in a haphazard red line along Parkland Drive, where all six bedrooms of the Richardson House were ablaze, and everyone within a half mile could see the smoke rising over the trees like a dense black thundercloud. Later, people would say that the signs had been there all along. Sample complete. Ready to continue?