“On the third day, she smelled the fruit as soon as she came in. She followed the scent to the kitchen, and… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“Who are you? She asked silently, as she laid away the collector's quotations, his drawings, his scraps of famous poetry: "Come live… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“To make a tarte of strawberyes," wrote Margaret Parker in 1551, "take and strayne theym with the yolkes of four eggs, and… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“Yorick's Used and Rare Books had a small storefront on Channing but a deep interior shaded by tall bookcases crammed with history,… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“The woods are lovely, dark, and deep," Jess intoned as they took the path down from the parking lot. She had imagined… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“I used to write poetry when I was younger," Jess said. She had kept a notebook by her bed, in case some… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“The sisters' voices were almost identical, laughing mezzos tuned in childhood to the same pitch and timbre. To the ear, they were… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“A peach, slightly unbalanced, so that it listed to one side, its hue the color of an early sunrise. Had George remembered… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“I prefer feeling insignificant," said Jess. "I don't believe that." "I didn't say worthless, I said insignificant, as in the grand scheme… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“Jess herself had not eaten fowl or roast or even fish in years, but the books awakened memories of turkey and thick… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“She had never seen the Tree House at night. Vast and dark, lit with candles for the occasion, the rooms looked magical,… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
“She knew she was overextended, but she couldn't help herself. Student, tree lover, citizen of the Earth, she was busier than ever… — Allegra Goodman Copy Share Image
