Liz looks at the tissue box, which is decorated with drawings of snowmen engaged in various holiday activities. One of the snowmen is happily placing a smiling rack of gingerbread men in an oven. Baking gingerbread men, or any cooking for that matter, is probably close to suicide for a snowman, Liz thinks. Why would a snowman voluntarily engage in an activity that would in all likelihood melt him? Can snowmen even eat? Liz glares at the box.
Gabrielle ZevinIn the end, the end of a life only matters to friends, family, and other folks you used to know. For everyone else, it's just another end.
Gabrielle ZevinIn life, Jane reflected, the most interesting things tend to happen when you're on your way to do something else.
Gabrielle Zevin...lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
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