We sit and listen and are enthralled anew, for good stories, it seems, never lose their magic.

I thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.

And just as I begin to believe that all is well, there is some subtle change in the light. The room takes its true shape. I fight to go back to that blissful ignorance, but it is too late. The dull pain of truth weights my soul, pulling it under. I am left hopelessly awake.

Travel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell

Just once, she'd like to be the exciting one, the girl somebody wanted.

I wouldn’t expect you to get it, Daisy. You don’t look at anything besides Photoplay—and even then somebody’s gotta explain the pictures to you.” Daisy’s mouth hung open in outrage. “Well, I never!” “Yeah, that’s what you tell all your fellas, but the rest of us aren’t buying it. Go away, now, Daisy. Shoo, little fly!

She knew what it was to wait for someone who would never come home. She knew that grief, like a scar, faded but never really went away.