That’s the whole point of life, you know? To meet new people.

But despite the fact that Reardan is a tiny town, people can still be strangers to each other.

But people forget.

The librarian spoke in a reverential whisper. Corliss knew she'd misjudged this passionate woman. Maybe she dressed poorly, but she was probably great in bed, certainly believed in God and goodness, and kept an illicit collection of overdue library books on her shelves.

I don't think there's a whole lot of class literature at all. I think most of that has become racially based, and people don't think of it as being class literature.