Told with rare honesty, My Accidental Jihad is the story of Krista Bremer's lifelong quest for insight and understanding, a search that… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“She hates to disappoint him. She fears the slow, corrosive trickle of reality into his adulation.” — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“No number of compliments will convince her of anything, and one of Jacob’s projects in their marriage is to wean her off perfectionism.” — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
If you get discouraged about a section of a novel, that can be more catastrophic than getting discouraged about an individual story. — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
I think the posture of confidence can serve you well. I'm not sure what's to be gained by sitting at your computer and beating… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
Told with rare honesty, My Accidental Jihad is the story of Krista Bremer's lifelong quest for insight and understanding, a search that leads her… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
With impeccable prose, dry wit, and uncommon wisdom, Ted Thompson brings to life one family's painful disappointments and powerful resilience. The Land of Steady… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
I think I'm someone who can prattle on a long time about something, which serves me well as a novelist, but it's the enemy… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“The flowers, the candles, the easy swing of the music, his daughter's perfectly made-up face, her artfully arranged hair, the swell of her pregnancy… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
Novels definitely come more naturally to me. When I write short stories, it's always a fight against it expanding. — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“Marriage is difficult, perhaps the most difficult thing you can ever do, besides being a parent, but I think these two fine young people… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“What do I do?’ she had asked Harry. ‘What do I do now? Everything is ruined. You’ve ruined everything.’ ‘That you think that,” he’d… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“Ordinarily, her love affairs are entered into skittishly, sometimes reluctantly. She doesn't dive into bed but flutters in like a wayward moth.” — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“An airplane crossed the sky, and she imagined its interior-people packed in rows like eggs in a carton, the chemical smell of the toilets,… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
“Dicky and Maude lived within familiar confines: the Ivy League, the Junior League, The Social Register, Emily Post, Lilly Pulitzer, the Daughters of the… — Maggie Shipstead Copy Share Image
