Colin emphatically pushed the book cover shut when he finished reading. "Did you like it?" His dad asked. "Yup," Colin said. He liked all books, because he liked the mere act of reading, the magic of turning scratches on a page into words inside his head.
You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.
No headboards were broken.
She was up and down—from fire and brimstone to smoke and ashes.
The worse the haircut, the better the man.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.