No, I call. Come back. I'm here, he says. But I can't see. It's too bright. You can't hold back the light, Gemma. I'm here. Trust me.
Libba BrayMaybe girls need an island to find themselves. Maybe they need a place where no one's is watching them so they can be who they really are
Libba BrayI am no longer content to be the scared, obedient schoolgirl. Who are you, a stranger, to tell me what I can and cannot do?
Libba Bray