Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
We see our sins reflected everywhere: in the pallor of our intimates’ faces, in the scratching of tree branches against windows, in… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
You love her," Teddy observed quietly. Henry replied with an uncharacteristic lack of irony: "Yes." Teddy's eyes shifted to the plaster interlacing… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
He turned his dark eyes on the girl whom he had dreamed of so often over the previous months. Beside him, at… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
That is what I want to tell you about: the girls with their short skirts and bright eyes and big-city dreams. The… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
She was a vision in a white gown her dark hair forming a hazy halo around her rosy heart-shaped face. Her long… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Henry closed his eyes and imagined the sweet petulant woundedness with which she had stared at him on the beach. He felt… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
The value of secrets is ever fluctuating although ladies who have been in society for a long time learn that a secret kept can… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It is a fact of big cities that one girl's darkest how is always another's moment of shining triumph, and New York is the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“What a privilege it is to live now, at just this moment, and to be able to go anywhere....” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
“It was like the color of his eyes, she supposed - not quite one shade or another, and utterly unlike anyone else's.” — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Good night.' Diana summoned all the dignity that she could manage in her bedraggled state and began to move back up the beach. Her… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
It is a truth universally acknowledge that there will always be a gentleman to dance with, except at just the moment when you require… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
In New York there is always something to look at, but it is all infinitely more interesting through a window in the backseat of… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Henry was thinking of the younger Holland sister of the way she could go from being an impetuous girl to a knowing woman in… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color -- oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples... — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
Girls," their mother interjected, "you must both stop being strange - it is unattractive. And don't forget your hats. It would be absolutely the… — Anna Godbersen Copy Share Image
