“As a child she had run wild, a brown-eyed and tousled-hair creature, lanky limbs scratched and bruised, among the fishing boats, the shanties and the dunes. A girl at once curious and tempestuous, a girl all too comely, too sharp… — Georgina Anne Taylor Copy Share Image
Henry loves my hair almost as though it is a creature unto itself, as though it has a soul to call its own, as though it could love him back. — Audrey Niffenegger Copy Share Image
