“How are you?" "I'm coolioko," I nod, coughing once more. Not coolioko again, Harriet. "I mean, I'm ... fantastico." No. "Supastic." No. "I mean ... I'm OK and stuff.” — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“It's 4:40am and i'm standing in the middle of a Quentin Tarantino version of Finding Nemo” — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
Because here's the thing about a book: when you pick up a story, you put down your own. — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“Well?" Nat says after a few seconds. "I'm surprised you're here again, Harriet. I thought you'd be busy auditioning for A Midsummer Night's Dream… — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“That's the beauty of the summer holidays. It's as if life is just a big Etch-a-Sketch, and once a year you get to shake… — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“The chances of winning the lottery are approximately one in fourteen million,” — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
That's the thing about love. You can plan it, and schedule it, and map it out. You can tell it how you want it… — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“Nick? Any idea?" Nick coughs too. "Nope. No idea at all." Wilbur gives him a stern look. "So what was the point in doing… — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“The orchestral music is glorious but I wish they'd stop playing for a minute: it's very hard to eavesdrop properly over a grand piano… — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
“I didn't need to transform after all. My name is Harriet Manners and I am a geek. And maybe that's not so bad after… — Holly Smale Copy Share Image
