“French toast? Frittata? Definitely frittata. Leaving the table again, she transferred a small packet from freezer to fridge. It was salmon, home-smoked on the island and more delicious than any she had ever found elsewhere. Smoked salmon wasn't Cecily's doing,… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“June would always be Charlotte's favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a day of rain, and in those early mornings, before the fog lifted and sun warmed the island, there… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don’t have that old hand anymore, Leo. Look… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Waking up Thursday morning to another dreary day and the sense of being physically stuffed, they focused on FISH. While Charlotte interviewed the postmaster… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“OLIVIA DIDN’T WANT TO SEE SIMON. She didn’t know how to deal with what she felt. It was raw physical attraction with no emotional… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Não existe vantagem alguma em fazer as coisas do dia para a noite, porque para fazer direito precisamos de planejamento.” — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“My writing style has changed dramatically over the years, growing increasingly clean and exact. I like to think that I'm still improving -- that… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
You kids were all in college, and I suddenly saw that I was stuck alone with a man who, all those years later, was… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“The question was whether James would love me if I was someone else.” — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“You’ll be taking the last a’ those,” Dorey confided. “I had a vendor try to convince me to shrink-wrap and freeze, but they’re never… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
