“There was something about the possession of a book that was important to me. Owning it gave me proprietary rights on the story. It meant that I could read as quickly or as slowly as I liked. No expectations, no… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
“Behind me, Eaden cleared his throat. “Rachel?” He was holding open the door of a sleek, tiny black sports car, the kind I didn’t know the name of, but recognized as expensive. He looked amused at the way my mouth fell open a little. “You drive?” I was dumbfounded. I walked back towards him and the glossy black automobile. He… — Georgia Bell Copy Share
“I was not gentle on my books. I read while I ate, I read in the bathtub. At night, I rolled over on top… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
“There was something about the possession of a book that was important to me. Owning it gave me proprietary rights on the story. It… — Georgia Bell Copy Share Image
