“Carlyle had no option but to sit down and recompose the book as best he could—a task made all the more challenging by the fact that he no longer had notes to call on, for it had been his bizarre… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
And no matter how many times I burn the notes and toss the gifts the memory of them still hangs around in my bedroom like the smell of you from the time you stayed here. — Katy Reichl Copy Share Image
