THE STORIES WE TELL fearlessly explores the textures of the human heart, finding a path toward hope through a Savannah that is jagged with class issues, faith misused, and broken trust. Henry loses you in a landscape peopled with secret… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“I wanted her note to say that I was a red hole dug out of the guts of her, a seeping wound that hadn’t… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“A whole and grown-up person would go and simply tell him. I’m in love with you. A whole and grown-up person would ask him.… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“Young men, romantics, call it love at first sight, but even then I understood it was only prettiness. Young men see pretty, and they… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“He was so beautiful. He wasn’t mine. I should run to the mountains now, and hide. I should run right into his arms and… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“Saying it it loud, she felt every inch of distance between them.” — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“You go to bed, too, and don’t fret, hear me? Things feel hard now, but it will pass. Everything passes, and something new comes… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“William knows that science and magic are the same thing; magic is only science that hasn’t been explained yet.” — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“He was treating me like something breakable, which is different from how you treat something you yourself have broken.” — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“The playground song in my head went, First comes love, then comes hideous betrayal, then comes endless regret requiring expensive therapy. It was a… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“I'd let him put his hand under my shirt, over the bra, where he kneaded with delighted disbelief at my booby. It had been… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
“You go to bed, too, and don’t fret, hear me? Things feel hard now, but it will pass. Everything passes, and something new comes… — Joshilyn Jackson Copy Share Image
