Alexis M. Smith

“The early morning sunlight warms a patch of linoleum, and she lets her feet bathe in it while the kettle heats on…

— Alexis M. Smith

“Before Isabel could read, she loved books.”

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“You've been here before, Bell. Remember the stories you told me about wandering in the woods when you were a little girl?…

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“They read. The sounds of paper between them as they turn and crease and carefully avoid touching each other.”

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“Isabel turns down Oak toward the little vintage shop at Fourth Avenue, thinking of lunch—the Chinese place in Old Town, casting around…

— Alexis M. Smith

“your knight in shining aroumor may just be an idiot in tin-foil.”

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“The woman seems ready to be pleased with the world.”

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“Well, he began, since we're talking about books, there is a book in my story.”

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“It's a strange product of infatuation, she thinks. To want to tell someone about mundane things. The awareness of another person suddenly…

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“There's not a thing in the world that will not change, including you.”

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“They are in the middle of the sidewalk, face to face, between a tobacco shop and a trash can. Everything they’ve never…

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“It’s never the wedding dresses, you know. We keep those, too, but only because they’re so blooming expensive. No. I’ve seen enough…

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“Monotonous and thankless as her job can be sometimes, she cheers at the thought of her coworkers - a dozen of them…

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“She wants him to want to be looking at her.”

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“There are treasures everywhere...it's a treasure if you love it. It doesn't matter how much it costs, or whether anyone else wants…

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“We do not last, she thinks. In the end, only the stories survive.”

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“Her sister read that spiders have book lungs, which fold in and out over themselves like pages. This pleased Isabel immensely. When…

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“Dear L-- Fell asleep in a park. Started to rain. Woke up with my hat full of leaves. You are all I…

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