“You really thing I'm an artist?' Jane has responded. But Jane is coming to know the answer to that question on her own. She's seeing her umbrellas differently now. People other than she might love those umbrellas someday, probably not… — Kristin Cashore Copy Share Image
“She picked up the book beside her. Jane Eyre. Used, bought recently in a bookshop in Camden Passage, shabby nineteenth-century binding, pages bearing vague stains, fingered, smoothed. She opened the book to the place she left it when the taxicab… — Michelle Cliff Copy Share Image
