‘M-hm,’ she assented, through closed lips. ‘Yes, I do. I’m jealous, you see! I’m terribly jealous of all the years when I didn’t know Richard, and of all the people who did know him then, and of everything he did and said and thought from the very first, when he was a baby. So now tell me....’
Bazı hikâyeler tam tahmin ettiğin gibi ilerler. Bazılarıysa son sayfada tüm bildiklerini sorgulatır. 🤯
Ters köşeleri seviyorsan, seni sonuna kadar merakta bırakacak 3 kitap önerisini keşfetmeye hazır ol!
Isn’t it curious that when it rains we always think it’s never going to stop?
Butter wouldn’t melt in your mouth.
‘You’re on vacation here, not busy at all!’
‘An author never has a vacation. He’s a walking sponge, sopping up impressions till he’s saturated, then going to his desk and squeezing them out on paper.’
I suppose I don’t laugh much. Laughter is the luxury of the indolent, isn’t it? Busy people don’t have time to laugh.