The final book of the SUMMER TOUR trilogy, Under the Elm operates as a prequel. Flashback to 1979 with Karen and Maggie when they move with their parents from Willow Grove, the commune where they grew up, to Maywood, Ohio into what will become Calico House. Follow these characters as they learn to adjust to a suburban lifestyle while still remaining true to their love for the Grateful Dead and the community they developed in their hippie days as they settle into their new lives. The Grateful Dead built a substantial following over thirty years, and the living members continue to make important music more than fifty years after the band formed. We’re now seeing third- and fourth-generation Deadheads at these live shows, and the bookshelf of nonfiction books on the subject has grown immense in the last 40 years or so. So it’s not at all surprising to see the Grateful Dead culture depicted in fiction, and especially gratifying to see the culture treated with respect as Beck accomplishes in the final book of the SUMMER TOUR trilogy, Under the Elm. With grace and style, Beck weaves the Grateful Dead culture in a historical novel you will want to share with your children and grandchildren. David Gans, author of Playing in the Band: An Oral and Visual Portrait of the Grateful Dead The beautiful imagery that pops off the pages of this book, pages that almost seem to turn themselves, is only enhanced by the backdrop of music, friendship, sisterhood, and everything a family can be, all while two young girls discover who they are as women and how the choices they make shape who they become. Alecia Whitaker, author of Queen of Kentucky As long as there are teenagers falling in love with music, books, art, and each other, there will be coming of age stories like Elizabeth Beck’s Summer Tour . Hop on summer Phish tour with Sam and his ‘family’ as they travel the country in an RV named Suby Greenberg, learning how to get by, stay high, and navigate the maze of American adolescence. Peter Conners, author of Growing Up Dead: The Hallucinated Confessions of a Teenaged Deadhead