She loved him, though not at this particular moment.
Ian McEwanIf someone where playing tennis you wouldn't walk onto the court and begin to have a conversion with them, likewise I think reading is at least as important as a game of tennis.
Ian McEwanAnyone watching me might have thought I was consulting a reference book, I turned the pages so fast. And I suppose I was, in my mindless way, looking for something, a version of myself, a heroine I could slip inside as one might a pair of favorite shoes... For it was my best self I wanted ...
Ian McEwanPossession, belonging, repetition.
Ian McEwanWhat a stroke of luck, that the woman he loves is also his wife.
Ian McEwanWe were the only customers downstairs in the shop and there were no windows and only two dim bulbs, without shades. There was a pleasant soporific smell, as though the books had stolen most of the air.
Ian McEwanTags: books bookstores
Nothing that can be, can come between me and the full prospect of my hopes.
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