“It was true Paige and I had dinner alone. She wanted to stop by and pick up some books — poetry books I’d owned in college. Back then I always had a copy of Dante or Rilke in my bag… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
“A single girl who needs nobody makes people uncomfortable, my mom is right in this, appearance is everything, and appearing to have no one… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
Write to exhaustion so that you can no longer manage to avoid writing the truth. — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
By investing others with the power to dictate who you are, you rob yourself of an opportunity to truly grow. — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
“Paige and Charlotte had first met on the playground. Without a word, each had recognized the other as a sister in the bonds of… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
By investing others with the power to dictate who you are, you rob yourself of an opportunity to truly grow. You shortchange yourself by… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
“It was true Paige and I had dinner alone. She wanted to stop by and pick up some books — poetry books I’d owned… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
“We are driving along a road I have driven my whole life. I still watch for the bends in the creek, checking to see… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
In Quiet Dell, Phillips mesmerizingly spins together fact and fiction, vividly imagining the circumstances leading to their deaths, and sets a young female reporter… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
“The move for the pitcher of Bloody Marys on the porch railing is pure instinct, reflex. Tomatoes are packed with vitamins. Next, I’ll duck… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
Dave Eggers is a prince among men when it comes to writing deeply felt, socially conscious books that meld reportage with fiction. While A… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
While Max appears to greatly admire Wallace as a writer and feel compassion for him as a man, he is never starry-eyed, or pulls… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
You know what they say - sleep is the mother's drug of choice, but like heroin, only the very rich and the very poor… — Elissa Schappell Copy Share Image
