do you ever go into a book store and just find all of your favourite author’s books even though you already have them and you just hover in that general area for a while
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
“The Signora had no business to do it,” said Miss Bartlett.
Holly held the blue cotton sweater to her face and the familiar smell immediately struck her, an overwhelming grief knotting her stomach and pulling at her heart.
That morning, sitting in his spacious study in Castle House, Dedham, Sir Alfred Munnings opened a letter.
The book was thick and black and covered with dust.
“On a sticky August evening two weeks before her due date, Ashima Ganguli stands in the kitchen of a Central Square apartment, combining Rice Krispies and Planters peanuts and chopped red onion in a bowl.”