No one had ever said anything like that to Evie. Her parents always wanted to advise or instruct or command. They were good people, but they needed the world to bend to them, to fit into their order of things. Evie had never really quite fit, and when she tried, sheโd just pop back out, like a doll squeezed into a too-small box.
Libba BrayWhat do you feel? Iโve never been asked this question once. None of us has. We arenโt supposed to feel. Weโre British.
Libba BrayGoodbye," I whisper at last, when it no longer matters and there is no one to hear it but the window.
Libba Bray