Those silly girls had no idea what they were really celebrating. They had no idea what it took to bring Agatha and her friends together seventy-five years ago. The Women's Society Club had been about supporting one another, about banding together to protect one another because no one else would. But it had turned into an ugly beast, a means… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share
Why were girls in such a hurry to grow up? Agatha would never understand. Childhood was magical. Leaving it behind was a… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“It feels like he's taken your heart, doesn't it?…Like he's reached in and pulled it out from you. And I bet he smiles like… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“Sitting at the old patio table she’d cleared of leaves, she smiled and leaned back. The stars looked twisted in the limbs of the… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Nothing is really broke, so it's not like I can fix it. I just have to keep trying to find what I'm looking for. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
Sometimes people who had been together for a long time got to imagining that things used to be better, even when they weren't. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“There was such a feeling of peace around them, it was soft and pink and smelled of butter.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“The two giant oaks in the front yard looked like flustered ladies caught mid-curtsy, their starched green leaf-dresses swaying in the wind.” — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“After awhile, all the men wanted his opinion, and all the girls were in love with him. He made certain of it. Because he… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
People adapt. People change. You can grow where you're planted. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“She wasn’t sure exactly when it happened when she had realized that she could only make one of them happy. She only knew that… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
I'll give you one day at a time, Claire. But remember, I'm thousands of days ahead already. — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
“She opened her eyes slowly and saw that a pale lavender moth had come to a rest on the back of her hand. She… — Sarah Addison Allen Copy Share Image
