“won’t go any farther than my plants unless the rest of the place is exciting, which right now it is not.” When the phone started to slip, she pushed it back up and began on the Ficus lyrata. “They’re planning… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“plants and containers that I know will work in their rooms. Mayer’s?” Snorting, she tucked the phone between shoulder and ear; holding the bucket with both hands, she tipped it toward the Ficus benjamina. “Mayer’s doesn’t do that, but they… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don’t have that old hand anymore, Leo. Look… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Waking up Thursday morning to another dreary day and the sense of being physically stuffed, they focused on FISH. While Charlotte interviewed the postmaster… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“OLIVIA DIDN’T WANT TO SEE SIMON. She didn’t know how to deal with what she felt. It was raw physical attraction with no emotional… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Não existe vantagem alguma em fazer as coisas do dia para a noite, porque para fazer direito precisamos de planejamento.” — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“My writing style has changed dramatically over the years, growing increasingly clean and exact. I like to think that I'm still improving -- that… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
You kids were all in college, and I suddenly saw that I was stuck alone with a man who, all those years later, was… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“The question was whether James would love me if I was someone else.” — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“You’ll be taking the last a’ those,” Dorey confided. “I had a vendor try to convince me to shrink-wrap and freeze, but they’re never… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Her ticket to freedom lay in her lap. Ever an avid reader, Annie had escaped into books in recent months, when all else failed… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Remember the first time you ever came? Tell the truth. You were dreading it." His brown eyes laughed warmly. "What wasn't to dread? A… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
