And so it continued all day, wynde after wynde, From a room beyond came the whistle of a teakettle. Now, you really must join me. I've some marvelous Darjeeling, and some delicious petit fours a friend of mine gave me for Christmas.

Most people see what they want to, or at least what they expect to.

An idyllic childhood is probably illusion.

Intricately plotted, beautifully paced, The Music of the Spheres is an elegant historical novel rich in detail, at times Dickensian in its description of London. Elizabeth Redfern has made an exciting debut.

Writing is an antisocial act.

Talking's just a nervous habit.

We don't know who we are until we see what we can do.