“I'm not myself," she offered . . . He smiled. "You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“I'm not myself.' '...You can never say that. You're just a piece of yourself right now that you don't like.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“She felt the warmth of Peter's arm under her neck, and it almost felt like he was an extension of her, and like if… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“We should have a funeral," he said. Pan held his hands clasped in a tent on his lap, and he bowed his head. He… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Birdie, this is for adults to figure out.” Birdie planted her feet where she stood. “I am an adult.” Walter shook his head. “You… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
I knew I'd miss you. But the surprising thing is, you never leave me. I never forget a thing. Every kind of love, it… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Many people in the village wanted her to be more of a girl, and Peter had wanted her to be large and brave but… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“How can I describe Peter's face, the pieces of him that stick to my heart? Peter sometimes looked aloof and distant; sometimes his face… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Leeda knew friends never turned out to be what you expected. They came and went in waves, pulling away and coming back, leaving you… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
Human hearts are elastic. They have room for all sorts of passions, and they can break and heal and love again and again. — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Friends, she had realized, could make you do that. Forget the things that worried you most.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Sometimes I think that maybe we are just stories. Like we may as well just be words on a page, because we’re only what… — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“P.S. Please give my love to Tink, she always was such a funny little bug” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
“Maybe she feared there were different ways of being trapped than the ones she already knew.” — Jodi Lynn Anderson Copy Share Image
