“Sarah often thought it funny how she would think of the characters as if they were real people who had really lived, occupying this very world with the same strength of mind and passion as their creator.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Why is life a constant disappointment?' 'Because we read fiction,' Mia said, and Shelley nodded, knowing it was true.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Sarah often thought it funny how she would think of the characters as if they were real people who had really lived, occupying this… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“She couldn't help thinking that something was wrong with a person had more shoes than books in their home.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“That’s the only problem with novels,’ Mia said. ‘They give readers such high hopes that the real world can often be a bit of… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Every person has to make their own decisions in life. It’s virtually impossible to learn from somebody else’s mistakes; there are too many variables.” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Stories survive not just because of empathetic characters that we can still identify with but because the author has something to say to us… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Novels can tell us so much about life. They have the power to enrich our own lives in so many different ways. They're not… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Did Jane Austen ruin lives by giving people false expectations about love? Were her heroes just too good to be true? Could a real… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“I think loss isolates a person. Everybody is far too nervous to ask you how you feel, in case you have a breakdown in… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“She needed a break from me. Well, real ones anyway. Fictional men were fine: they knew their place. You could just pick up a… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“I wonder what it is about a certain novel that ticks the boxes for a reader. I mean, for me, a story can have… — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
“Why couldn’t love be rational like everything else? What right did it have to bulldoze through your reasoning and leave you spinning?” — Victoria Connelly Copy Share Image
