“Poor old Venus didn't even make her own light, Dad said. She shone only from reflected light.” — Jeannette Walls Copy Share Image
“His thoughts became as scattered and aimless as the rivulets sluicing down her lush curves. She was a goddess rising from the water. Like Botticelli's Birth of Venus, except with heavy silvery hair darkened by her bath that, unlike Venus,… — Kerrigan Byrne Copy Share Image
