Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

Life is short, so live extra lives. Read books.

What? Don't British women know how to use their knees?

Right now I'd like all my troubles to stand in front of me in a straight line, and one by one I'd give each a black eye.

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.

Figure out what is real for you. No use leaning on someone else's story all your life.

Over there!" "Where?" Enna asked in mock panic "Do you see something?