The living are made of nothing but flaws. The dead, with each passing day in the afterlife, become more and more impeccable to those who remain earthbound.
Anna GodbersenDiana felt she was beginning to understand why, in all those novels she read, the headiest loves were the loves that couldn't be.
Anna GodbersenTHE LUXE IS . . . Pretty girls in pretty dresses, partying until dawn. Irresistible boys with mischievous smiles and dangerous intentions. White lies, dark secrets, and scandalous hookups. This is Manhattan in 1899.
Anna Godbersen