Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.
Sarah Addison AllenIt was like she was MADE of cake, light and pretty and decorated on the outside-with her sweet laugh and pink streak to her hair-but it was anyone's guess what was on the inside.
Sarah Addison AllenWhy were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a magnificent loss.
Sarah Addison AllenYou'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.
Sarah Addison Allen