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
People sometimes talk about the power of first impressions, and believe me, there is truth to it. — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Starting is hard so I really need to give myself permission to do a bad job. I always give myself leave to… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
You have been with me from the very first life. You are my first memory every time, the single thread in all… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
I told him, though, that he better be good to you. When you came along, I said I'd share you, but I… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Grief was like a newborn, and the first three months were hard as hell, but by six months you'd recognized defeat, shifted… — 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
