I think that setting a novel in a small town taps into a sense of nostalgia among readers. People tend to believe life is different in small towns, and frankly, it is different.

“A living poem” had always been the words that came to mind when he tried to describe her to others.

She smiled. "I need your opinion," she said. "What do you think about something sleeveless for this weekend? With a cinched waist and a medium train?" I brought my hand to my chin and considered this. "Sounds okay," I said. "But I think I'd look better in a tuxedo.

a person can get used to anything if given enough time

That's my sweetheart in there. I'm not living her. This is my home now. Your mother is my home.

but she realized that she wanted him to know her. She wanted him to understand her, if only because she had strange sense that he was the kind of man she could fall in love with, even if she didn't want to.

How far would you go to keep the hope of love alive?