She wished she had a little yellow house of her own, with a flower box full of real flowers and herbs โ pansies and rosemary โ and a sweet lover who would swing dance with her in the evenings and cook pasta and read poetry aloud.
Francesca Lia BlockHis own voice was older than he was. Ancient, unearthed from some mystical subterranean place...The voice seemed to make his whole body ache. Maybe it made him bleed inside. I wondered if it hurt, if it burned in his throat.
Francesca Lia BlockUnder the pink Harlequin sunglasses strawberry dangling charms, and sugar-frosted eyeshadow she was really almost beautiful.
Francesca Lia BlockI was staring to learn how to forget the things that made me sad. It was like a charm you followed step-by-step, collecting and blending the ingredients, placing everything in its proper place, reciting the incantation. It was the magic of forgetting.
Francesca Lia BlockSame old boring boring story America canโt stop telling itself. What is this sicko fascination? Every book and movie practically has to have a little, right? But why do you think all those runaways are on the streets tearing up their veins with junk and selling themselves so they can sleep in the gutter? What do you think the alternative was at home?
Francesca Lia Block