In four previous novels, cathleen schine has enchanted readers with her special brand of brainy wit and wry affection for her endearingly flawed characters. now the best-selling author of the love letter takes a hilarious trip to the galapagos islands with a comedy of natural selection. jane barlow schwartz is obsessed with one question: why did her best friend martha stop being her best friend? the two girls, distant cousins, had shared idyllic childhood summers in the new england seaside town of barlow, named for their family's founding fathers. martha was not just jane's friend but her idol, her soul mate, her confidante. then, somewhere along the line, the friendship ended. what went wrong? was it the family feud, which their parents spoke of only in hushed tones? what did jane's dotty great-aunt reveal to martha on her deathbed? did jane do something unforgivable? when the cousins are reunited unexpectedly on a tour of the galapagos, they meet darwin head on. in the pristine pacific waters, amid blue-footed boobies and red-lipped batfish, jane traces back through her yankee-cuban-jewish ancestry to try to pinpoint the splitting event, the moment when martha was no longer the martha she knew. in the process, she ponders the origin of species and the origin of friendship, the instincts of exotic wildlife and of her eccentric shipmates, the evolution of nature and of her life. the result is an antic mating of family saga and natural history. bearing schine's astute ability to sum up modern relationships (people), as well as her wonderfully inventive comic voice (new york times book review), the evolution of jane sparkles with keen observations on the species known as humans. above all, it is a warm-hearted tribute to that unique adaptation of girlhood, the selection of a very best friend.