She took a step and didn't want to take any more, but she did.
...they watched the humans disappear. They watched them dissolve, like moving tablets in the humid air.
I'm gonna hunt my life down and grab it.
The day was gray, the color of Europe.
an expression of surprise falls from her face, though she's trying to keep it. it breaks off and she seems to catch it and fidget with it in her hands.
As far as this categorization of books, the way I see it is there are really a hundred-odd categories of books plus one, and on the top shelf at home, I've got the books I love, my favorite books, and that's the type of book that I want to write.