Books can be possessive, can't they? You're walking around in a bookstore and a certain one will jump out at you, like it had moved there on its own, just to get your attention. Sometimes what's inside will change your life, but sometimes you don't even have to read it. Sometimes it's a comfort just to have a book around. Many of these books haven't even had their spines cracked. 'Why do you buy books you don't even read?' our daughter asks us. That's like asking someone who lives alone why they bought a cat. For company, of course.

She never thought she was good at making friends. But maybe she was just trying to be friends with the wrong people.

The words were strung in the air like garland. She could almost see them.

She'd fallen into the best part of her past.

No one should ever compromise the dignity of another human being.

Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what's real in life, and in one's own heart.

Her grandmother used to tell her that a pink sky meant someone in the distance had just fallen in love . . . .