“She hated official letters. They made her feel nervous. The people who wrote them sounded like they had filing cabinets where their hearts should… — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
It's like eight thousand birds, Charles! Charles! Isn't it like eight thousand birds? — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“Perhaps, she thought, that’s what love does. It’s not there to make you feel special. It’s to make you brave. It was like a… — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“Why didn’t she keep looking?” “My darling, because she is an adult.” Sophie ducked behind her hair. Her face was hot and tight and… — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“When Sophie had first learned to read, Charles had kept the whisky in a bottle labeled CAT'S URINE, so that Sophie would not touch… — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“Keep you secret, then, my darling. Everybody needs them. Secrets make you tough, and wily.” — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“Quite suddenly Sophie couldn't bear it. She pelted up to her bedroom, tripping over the stairs. The tears in her eyes were making the… — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“The baby was almost certainly one year old. They knew this because of the red rosette pinned to her front, which read, 1! "Or… — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“But it's a child ! You're a man !" "Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician.” — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
“If you have money to waste on wishes, you don't need the wishes as badly as I need the money.” — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
I do, I’m afraid, understand books far more readily than I understand people. Books are so easy to get along with. — Katherine Rundell Copy Share Image
