What he’s do?

“accents started to be tinged with what was, stateside, referred to as an Irish brogue. I was finally”

— Allison Parr

“I had always imagined being in love as some grand, sweeping epic. A prince on a white horse. Dashing.”

— Allison Parr

“The driver didn’t pause in throwing my luggage into the storage. “That so?” “I guess.” The ride”

— Allison Parr

“You only get hurt that badly when you're doing something that matters.Something impossible.Taking a risk.Investing yourself.And ball's worth it,the rush you get, the exhilaration...”

— Allison Parr

“didn’t mind playing tourist when I was a tourist. I’d tramped around the Vatican in sneakers, and carried my camera in one hand and…

— Allison Parr

“I’ll tell everyone about our stellar apartment—though maybe I’ll bump us up to Park Slope—and about my fabulous publishing internship—I think I’ll pretend it’s…

— Allison Parr

“Sophie cocked her head like a killer-coo-coo bird.”

— Allison Parr

“We pulled the car up at the end of a long line of cars and truck.”

— Allison Parr

“almost American, and Dublin working”

— Allison Parr