He was a scribble of a man.

Kate Morton


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They'd fallen into an easy routine, the three of them. Breakfast together in the morning, then Hughie would leave for work and she and Nell would get started in the house. Lil found she liked having a second shadow, enjoyed showing Nell things, explaining how they worked and why. Nell was a big one for asking why-why did the sun hide at night, why didn't the fire flames leap out of the gate, why didn't the river get bored and run the other way?-and Lil loved supplying answers, watching as understanding dawned on Nell's little face. For the first time in her life, Lil felt useful, needed, whole.

Kate Morton

Mots clés inspirational memory the-forgotten-garden



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I read a lot...I love books. I work with books. Books are my life.

Kate Morton


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It's a funny thing, character, the way it brands people as they age, rising from within to leave its scar.

Kate Morton


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In each man's heart there lies a hole. A dark abyss of need, the filling of which takes precedence over all else.

Kate Morton


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They were young; time hadn't yet rubbed at them, polishing their differences and sharpening their opinions...

Kate Morton

Mots clés opinions children twins sisters-blythe



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A plot that had filled her with glee when she began, was now revealed as flimsy and transparent. Eliza scratched out what she'd written. It would not do. And yet, whichever way she twisted the plot, she couldn't make it work. For which fairy tale princess ever chose her maid over her prince?

Kate Morton


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Quite simply the book and I were meant to be together.

Kate Morton


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When reason sleeps, the monsters of repression will emerge.

Kate Morton


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Round and round the questions flew, until finally I found myself standing at the open door of a bookshop. It’s natural in times of great perplexity, I think, to seek out the familiar, and the high shelves and long rows of neatly lined-up spines were immensely reassuring. Amid the smell of ink and binding, the dusty motes in beams of strained sunlight, the embrace of warm, tranquil air, I felt that I could breathe more easily.

Kate Morton


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