“I liked the idea of there being an alternative current that hums and crackles just at the edge of our visible world. Now I realize it is a metaphor for the sometimes confused and ill-at-ease way we feel in our… — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
I never minded the random scribblings of other readers, found them interesting in fact. It is a truth universally acknowledged that people write the… — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
“When the girl at the squat got her throat slit, and Jacob got marked, Nix had been in Portland a little under a year.… — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
Certain bookworms eat books. Eat them, swear in them, spill things on them. — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
“I liked the idea of there being an alternative current that hums and crackles just at the edge of our visible world. Now I… — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
“And her eyes, violet, like the sky before a storm. Ralph and Trish had brown eyes. Max's were hazel. But Ondine. No, Ondine's eyes… — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
I used to always read with a pen in my hand, as if the author and I were in a conversation. — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
Reading, for me, is like this: consumptive, pleasing, calming, as much as edifying. It's how I feel after a good dinner. That's why I… — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
“It is a truth universally acknowledged that people write the darnedest things in the margins of their books.” — Tara Bray Smith Copy Share Image
