“Gary nips my finger and starts clawing his way up my shoulder, hissing like an angry kettle. It's just not natural for something so cute and fluffy to be so nasty. I look at Nick in distress. "Why is he… — 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
