A fox. A real live red fox, tiny, with a small patch of…

“Just like in Jane Eyre, the moral of the story would be 'never forget that you're nothing but a sad sausage.”

— Fanny Britt

“Waiting for the bus on Sherbrooke today is like waiting to die. Or what I imagine it would be like.”

— Fanny Britt

“On the bus, I pull out my book. It's the best book I've ever read, even if I'm only halfway through. It's called Jane…

— Fanny Britt

“I had no idea that love is like a rock shattering your heart, as painful as it is life-giving, and that even as it…

— Fanny Britt

“Listening to them, I imagine myself a gorgeous stubborn singer, traveling the world with hope and a guitar, turning as rough and piney as…

— Fanny Britt

“Jane Eyre may be an orphan, homely, battered, alone and abandoned, but she is not, never has been and never will be a big…

— Fanny Britt

“You’ll see, the story ends well.”

— Fanny Britt

“At the campfire, when I arrive and the boys chant, "Boum! Ba-da-boum! BA-DA-BOUM!" My strategy is to smile softly, as I wonder whether lamebrain…

— Fanny Britt

“Genevieve announces in her pinched voice for all to hear, "I stuck a fork in your butt, but you're so fat didn't feel a…

— Fanny Britt

“One morning, we eat a dish straight out of Jane Eyre's barding school. It's disgusting.”

— Fanny Britt

“I'm starting to see that the less I think about it, the less it's true.”

— Fanny Britt

“Billie doesn't say much. I think it's because she feels so let down by others that she loses the ability to speak. But when…

— Fanny Britt

“Saying to herself out loud so just maybe someone will hear her, even though by now everyone's in bed, "I'm so tired I could…

— Fanny Britt

“In the camp parking lot, while the groups form- Groups of girls, guys, snobs, nerds, misfits, and outcasts- My strategy is to pretend to…

— Fanny Britt

“The same thing happens every time- another hole opens up in my rib cage. Hearing everything. Hearing nothing.”

— Fanny Britt