The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
It was a blessing and also a curse of handwritten letters that unlike email you couldn’t obsessively reread what you’d written after… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
But there were times when you felt miserable and you wanted to feel better, and other times when you felt miserable and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The ocean was the best place, of course. That was what she loved most. It was a feeling of freedom like no… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She glared at him, feeling the old frustration. Sometimes in his presence she felt the deepest connection to him, and other times… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
At the worst possible moment, the most painful, darkest moment when you can't take it anymore and you are afraid, that is… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
A part of her wanted to tell him she still loved him, and that even though this love was hopeless and long… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
If you ever meet a guy and you fall in love with him, but because of some weird genetic mutation he doesn't… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“¿Iban a sumirla en la tristeza antes de hacerla feliz? No, por favor.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“When she made her way to the big picture window that framed the dining room table she froze. She stopped breathing. The anger was… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Lena remembered herself in all the old familiar things they said. She existed in her friends; there she was. All the parts of herself… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“You don't have time, Len. That is the most bitter and the most beautiful piece of advice I can offer. If you don't have… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Gestating characters feels something like the mental equivalent of gestating a baby. In both cases, to create them you lose yourself. Or at least… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
The weather turned. Her skin seemed to grow a million extra pores, and all of them opened to take in the warmth and tenderness… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
