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I’ve always loved writing emotionally rich, character-driven novels that explore the way people fall in love and deal with life’s triumphs and tragedies. I enjoy writing the contemporary and historical books equally, though perhaps ‘enjoy’ is the wrong word.
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An event in the present evokes past sensations. But science couldn’t explain how a foolish heart had the power to overrule common sense.
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Ever since she was small, she’d found delight and comfort in books. For her, a story was so much more than words on a page. Opening a book was like opening a door to another world, and once she stepped across the threshold, she was transported. When she was reading a story, she lived inside a different skin.
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As the saying goes, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
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During the post-breakdown period, she read books the way an addict swallowed pills. She devoured stories one after the other, trying not to let reality intrude too deeply.
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A fresh eddy of sadness washed over Natalie, and she shuddered with emotional pain. When would the tears stop? When would the pain subside? It wasn’t like a headache or illness that could be cured by swallowing a pill. No, this ache of missing and regret felt like a constant, incurable condition.
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Sometimes life shoves you off into the unknown, and it turns out to be amazing.
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For memory, we use our imagination. We take a few strands of real time and carry them with us, then like an oyster we create a pearl around them. – John Banville.
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He stopped working and smiled at her. “What are you thinking that makes you look at me so?” “I’m thinking I’d best do something about you soon.” “Are you open to suggestions?” Setting aside an iron chisel, he brushed her cheek. The glove glided, hot and rough, on her skin. She pushed his hand aside. “Not of that sort.
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