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"...some say that if you look into a mirror and it turns black, that's when something from the other side has noticed you. It's why you should never gaze into a mirror in the dark - that's when they're watching."
"...there's always a better time than right now and there always will be. But right now is what we've got."Anita was a spunky lady, though, without whom Georgia would not have grown as a person or as a character. I found myself rooting for Georgia, and for her relationship with Darwin, the man who left her pregnant twelve years ago.
"No, everyone has to knit when they're here. I promise you. But not every person has to use yarn."
"We don't always get what we deserve...Sometimes we get more; sometimes we get less. At least we get something."
"On every formal visit a child ought to be of the party, by way of provision for discourse, or in extreme cases, if someone needs to be thrown overboard to satisfy the piranhas trailing the boat."
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Alice I Have Been by Melanie Benjamin
The Girl With Glass Feet by Ali Shaw
The Swan Thieves by Elisabeth Kostova
A writer never forgets the first time he accepted a few coins or a word of praise in exchange for a story. He will never forget the sweet poison of vanity in his blood and the belief that, if he succeeds in not letting anyone discover his lack of talent, the dream of literature will provide him with a roof over his head, a hot meal at the end of the day, and what he covets the most: his name printed on a miserable piece of paper that surely will outlive him. A writer is condemned to remember that moment, because from then on he is doomed and his soul has a price.
"He held the shop door open and showed me in. I stepped into the bookshop and breathed in that perfume of paper and magic that strangely no one had ever thought of bottling."