“Tonight the music, Anita's and Ruth's squeals, the joy shimmering in the light from the orange-fringed lamp, the leg of lamb, all of it helps me forget that tomorrow, I'll be getting on a bus to Lake Kanawana with forty… — Fanny Britt Copy Share Image
“Just like in Jane Eyre, the moral of the story would be 'never forget that you're nothing but a sad sausage.” — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“Waiting for the bus on Sherbrooke today is like waiting to die. Or what I imagine it would be like.” — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“On the bus, I pull out my book. It's the best book I've ever read, even if I'm only halfway through. It's called Jane… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“I had no idea that love is like a rock shattering your heart, as painful as it is life-giving, and that even as it… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“Listening to them, I imagine myself a gorgeous stubborn singer, traveling the world with hope and a guitar, turning as rough and piney as… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“Jane Eyre may be an orphan, homely, battered, alone and abandoned, but she is not, never has been and never will be a big… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“At the campfire, when I arrive and the boys chant, "Boum! Ba-da-boum! BA-DA-BOUM!" My strategy is to smile softly, as I wonder whether lamebrain… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“Genevieve announces in her pinched voice for all to hear, "I stuck a fork in your butt, but you're so fat didn't feel a… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“One morning, we eat a dish straight out of Jane Eyre's barding school. It's disgusting.” — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“Billie doesn't say much. I think it's because she feels so let down by others that she loses the ability to speak. But when… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“A fox. A real live red fox, tiny, with a small patch of darker fur just above its left front leg. Like a beauty… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“Saying to herself out loud so just maybe someone will hear her, even though by now everyone's in bed, "I'm so tired I could… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
“In the camp parking lot, while the groups form- Groups of girls, guys, snobs, nerds, misfits, and outcasts- My strategy is to pretend to… — Fanny Britt Copy Share
