“My writing style has changed dramatically over the years, growing increasingly clean and exact. I like to think that I'm still improving… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Her ticket to freedom lay in her lap. Ever an avid reader, Annie had escaped into books in recent months, when all… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Charlotte Evans was used to feeling grungy. As a freelancer, she traveled on a shoestring, getting stories other writers did not, precisely… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“I write about the emotional crises that we face in our lives. Readers tell me that they identify with my characters. They… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Barbara, you have done it again! Sweet Salt Air is a fabulous story of friendship, betrayal, courage and love with family and… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Life is like a game of cards. It deals you different hands at different times. You don’t have that old hand anymore, Leo. Look… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Waking up Thursday morning to another dreary day and the sense of being physically stuffed, they focused on FISH. While Charlotte interviewed the postmaster… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“OLIVIA DIDN’T WANT TO SEE SIMON. She didn’t know how to deal with what she felt. It was raw physical attraction with no emotional… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Não existe vantagem alguma em fazer as coisas do dia para a noite, porque para fazer direito precisamos de planejamento.” — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“My writing style has changed dramatically over the years, growing increasingly clean and exact. I like to think that I'm still improving -- that… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
You kids were all in college, and I suddenly saw that I was stuck alone with a man who, all those years later, was… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“The question was whether James would love me if I was someone else.” — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“You’ll be taking the last a’ those,” Dorey confided. “I had a vendor try to convince me to shrink-wrap and freeze, but they’re never… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Her ticket to freedom lay in her lap. Ever an avid reader, Annie had escaped into books in recent months, when all else failed… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
“Remember the first time you ever came? Tell the truth. You were dreading it." His brown eyes laughed warmly. "What wasn't to dread? A… — Barbara Delinsky Copy Share Image
