“She began to dread the moves but a part of her also itched for them, because it meant that she could stop trying to fit in and simply slip into the place where she belonged: the passenger seat of her… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“Is that what you wanted to hear?" "No." The man reached over, took hold of the lantern and blew it out. Night enveloped the… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“Hawley reached over and took Lily's hand. He was always taking her hand. He felt better about things, just by holding her fingers.” — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“It was like looking in a mirror. The same flickering hope in Loo, the same desperate need to be loved, was right here in Marshall's mother. And it was in Principal Gunderson, clutching Lily's waist in that old prom photo. And it was Agnes, pressing her feet into the stirrups, listening for her child's cry. And it was in Hawley,… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share
“He said her name like it was something he'd already left behind. She could feel her heart twisting inside the walls of her chest.” — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“Love isn't about keeping promises. It's about knowing someone better than anyone else. I'm the only one who knows him. I'm the only one… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
Ben Miller's writing has left a trail of clear and perfect images lasered permanently in my mind. His imagination is astounding in its breadth and detail, but it is the heart behind the words, the emotion he brings to the smallest moments, that makes me such an admirer of this writer and his work, and has me anxiously awaiting, and… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share
“Something is making this happen, she'd thought. The whole world is alive and moving and I was meant to be here doing exactly this.” — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“But when she turned at the entryway and looked back at him, he left the table and followed, as if she were a magnet,… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“When death comes, she said, all that matters is this: to be next to one another. My mother was wearing a silk dress, and… — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
“...he tore at her clothing like he was searching for something she had stolen from him.” — Hannah Tinti Copy Share Image
