Alice Hoffman

As far as I was concerned the future was a book I could write to suit myself, chapter after chapter of good fortune.

“It was before Violet was born.”

Isabel had noticed that her niece had hidden away Andrew Lang’s fairy books, for she planned to read them when she was done with Mary Poppins. Once she began reading an author, she didn’t like to stop

She was thinking about the way a fish loved a river, and a bird loved the sky, and a mother loved her daughters. She was remembering everything. How love could change a person, how it could cause you the greatest sorrow or shelter you from harm.

he was waiting at the door.

Why don’t you tell me tomorrow when you come to visit me? Tim says before he sets out for home with his dogs. Come early, so our future together can begin

I thought I was invisible, on my own, meant to be an outsider. Green, who had no life. Green, with no future.