“She had that frustrating dreamlike confusion of racking her brain for the answer then forgetting what the question was. There was a… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She realized all at once the deeper thing that bothered her, the thing that made him not just irritating but intolerable: how… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Lena knew she had spent too much of her life in a state of passive dread, just waiting for something bad to… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She wasn’t sure if he wanted more from her or if he wanted less. Maybe it was both. Maybe it was always… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
She was astonished, and at the same time she knew. There were many things in life like that. You couldn’t imagine it,… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Polly was pretty good at dieting, all right, but she was beginning to wonder whether you ever lost the parts of your… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“It was endlessly tricky being in the know. It was a state Carmen had a achieved with a certain bravado, but she… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Once Paul told her that the beach was like him because it changed every day but it never made any progress. Later… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
Lena always described how she dreaded and mourned things before they even happened. Carmen was beginning to suspect that she was permitting… — Ann Brashares Copy Share Image
“Because the truth wouldn't be comforting and wouldn't bring them closer again.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“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
“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
“but it was hard to give the real world much notice when he was this close.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
“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
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
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
“No matter how it felt to be near him, she had to keep her swollen heart in check.” — Ann Brashares Copy Share
Maybe happiness was just a matter of the little upticks- the traffic signal that said "Walk" the second you go there- and downticks- the… — Ann Brashares Copy Share
