Coffee, she'd discovered, was tied to all sorts of memories, different for each person. Sunday mornings, friendly get-togethers, a favorite grandfather long since gone, the AA meeting that saved their life. Coffee meant something to people. Most found their lives were miserable without it. Coffee was a lot like love that way. And because Rachel believed in love, she believed in coffee, too.
Sarah Addison AllenTo Fred, those years seemed to pass like quickly skimming a book and then finding the ending wasn't what he expected. He wished he'd paid more attention to the story.
Sarah Addison AllenMy writing process is very organic. I start with an idea. I have the general story arc and the cast. But then I sit down to write, and things change.
Sarah Addison AllenHer friendship . . . still existed, as if it was a living, breathing thing, something that came to life the moment it happened and didn't just go away because they no longer acknowledged it.
Sarah Addison AllenChildren always know when their mothers are crazy - they just never admit it, not out loud, to anyone.
Sarah Addison AllenWhen you know somethingโs wrong, but you donโt know exactly what it is, the air around you changes.
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