“I think loss isolates a person. Everybody is far too nervous to ask you how you feel, in case you have a breakdown in front of them. It’s much easier not to say anything and hope the pain goes away… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Why is life a constant disappointment?' 'Because we read fiction,' Mia said, and Shelley nodded, knowing it was true.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Sarah often thought it funny how she would think of the characters as if they were real people who had really lived, occupying this… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“She couldn't help thinking that something was wrong with a person had more shoes than books in their home.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“That’s the only problem with novels,’ Mia said. ‘They give readers such high hopes that the real world can often be a bit of… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Every person has to make their own decisions in life. It’s virtually impossible to learn from somebody else’s mistakes; there are too many variables.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Stories survive not just because of empathetic characters that we can still identify with but because the author has something to say to us… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Novels can tell us so much about life. They have the power to enrich our own lives in so many different ways. They're not… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Did Jane Austen ruin lives by giving people false expectations about love? Were her heroes just too good to be true? Could a real… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“I think loss isolates a person. Everybody is far too nervous to ask you how you feel, in case you have a breakdown in… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“She needed a break from me. Well, real ones anyway. Fictional men were fine: they knew their place. You could just pick up a… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“I wonder what it is about a certain novel that ticks the boxes for a reader. I mean, for me, a story can have… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Why couldn’t love be rational like everything else? What right did it have to bulldoze through your reasoning and leave you spinning?” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
