And so I write this for you, My Sarah. With the hope that one day, when you’re old enough, this story that lives with me, will live with you as well. When a story is told, it is not forgotten.… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
“Er was niets veranderd in de straat, zag ze. Het was nog steeds dezelfde rustige straat die ze altijd had gekend. Hoe was het… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
“You see, Armand, there was a new hunger within me, and on some days I can assure you I felt fairly ravenous. The need… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
“I took his hand and pressed it hard. I could not bear to look at him any longer, so I closed my eyes and… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
You know what I find most shocking about the Vel'd'Hiv?" Guillaume said. "Its code name." I knew the answer to that, thanks to my… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
When would he realize that it wasn't his infidelity I couldn't bear, but his cowardice? — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
She couldn't imagine why there was such a difference between those children and her. She couldn't imagine why she and all these other people… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
The more I read, the hungrier I become. Each book seemed promising, each page I turned offered an escapade, the allure of another world,… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
“She bent her chin to her chest. She mumbled something I did not catch. It sounded like, "Shame on us all for not having… — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
How was it possible that entire lives could change, could be destroyed, and that streets and buildings remained the same, she wondered. — Tatiana de Rosnay Copy Share Image
