It had always fascinated him that she'd consumed so many words, that her head was full of stories, told a thousand different ways.
Sarah Addison AllenThere was a mood of magic and frenzy to the room. Crystalline swirls of sugar and flour still lingered in the air like kite tails. And then there was the smell-the smell of hope, the kind of smell that brought people home.
Sarah Addison AllenHe was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.
Sarah Addison Allen