Carmen sat up when she heard a familiar trill from her computer. It was an instant message from Bee. Beezy3: Packing. Do… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Riley was quiet for a minute. She gathered her blanket all around her. "Paul always loved you, Alice. He knows I know… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Love made you admire funny things about a person, like how good she was at remembering to return her library books and… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“In a flash of wonderment she saw firm, continuous ground under her feet, stretching from back then to right now and on… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Show me a girl with her feet planted firmly on the ground and I'll show you a girl who can't put her… — 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
