Best Books Set In San Francisco Novels & Stories

CONTINUATION OF THE STORY It'd been years since I'd returned to San Francisco, the beautiful city by the bay. The day I arrived, the sun was out, the fog rested just outside the Golden Gate. Oh my God, the cable cars, the Bay, Mount Tam, Angel Island, south-of-market… My head was spinning, and there was so much to do.

I asked as we walked down the street and the city moved around us, busy and alive and smelling like salt air and coffee. "Fisherman's Wharf," Grey said. "It's touristy but it's also a classic. Figured you'd want to see it." I grinned at him. "You're taking me to all the tourist traps?" He shrugged, smiling. "When in San Francisco." We spent the afternoon wandering through the crowded streets and I loved every minute of it. Souvenir shops with their impractical keychains and their Golden Gate Bridge snow globes. Street performers drawing small crowds on every corner. Clam chowder served in bread bowls that were genuinely enormous and tasted extraordinary and we ate them leaning against a rail

They know what's important in life. The city of San Francisco is the first time I've felt at home. It's the perfect temperature year-round, it's by the water, and the people are wonderful. Everyone is open and accepting of one another. It's a place where I can be surrounded with people yet still find a quiet space to sit alone if I need. Sure, the traffic sucks, but now I live in the city and rarely drive. Am I willing to give this up to chase the dream of finding my own Finn or Trey or Grant with Hudson?

It would have been easier to go straight down California Street, but I decided to wander around and kill time instead. It was dark in the wooded park, but for a woman with a wolf's night vision, that wasn't a problem. The animals fled from the noiseless steps. I shoved my cold hands into my coat pockets. The ocean wind tore my clothes and pierced me to the bone. Thinking longingly of my warm bed, I passed the Legion of Honor glowing and casting a magnificent mirror image into the pool in front of it. Leaving the park, passing the golf course, I headed to the luxurious houses on Sea Bluff. Only in San Francisco, multimillion-dollar mansions clung to their neighbors. San Francisco was a relati

I choked on my last sip of coffee as I heard Amy rummaging through piles of paper. She made nervous little sniffs as she searched. "Your tech manager?" "There's a contacts roster inside your job description binder," I said. I dumped out the rest of my coffee in the kitchen sink and glanced out the window. The San Francisco Bay was glittering in the bright spring sunshine. The Golden Gate Bridge was just emerging from a light layer of fog, and from my vantage point, San Francisco was shining like the inside of an abalone shell. The light cardigan I wore was enough for my sunny spot in the East Bay, but the city would be chilly despite the spring weather.