It looked like the world was covered in a cobbler crust of brown sugar and cinnamon.
Sarah Addison AllenIt 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 certain power beautiful mothers held over their less beautiful daughters.
Sarah Addison AllenBut surprises were nothing new to her. Like opening a can of mushroom soup and finding tomato instead; be grateful and eat it anyway.
Sarah Addison AllenThose silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means by which rich ladies would congratulate themselves by giving money to the poor. And Agatha had let it happen. All her life, it seemed, she was making up for things she let happen.
Sarah Addison Allen