“Emily Greengrass was very good at telling stories. Most of her best ones were about the town in Norfolk were she was born and lived until she grew up and married James Greengrass and moved into London.”
“When he almost imperceptibly takes a half step backwards into the hall...he notices, from the corner of his eye, the photo of Sonja on the wall. The red dress. The bus trip to Spain when she was pregnant. He asked her so many times to take that bloody photo down, but she refused. She said it was ‘a memory worth as much as any other.‘”
″ It’s about a young French boy, Nicholas, and his school friends. It’s written in first-person as Nicholas, and what I found particularly endearing was the way the sentences read as though they were really written by a seven year old.”
″‘If I die,’ I say as we look at the view, ‘I mean, when I die, throw my ashes in the water of the tiny beach. Then when you miss me, you can climb up here, look down, and think how awesome I was.‘”
“I thought it was a dream at first,” Conor said […], “but then I kept finding leaves when I woke up and little trees growing out of the floor. I’ve been hiding them all so no one will find out.”
“Sometimes I don’t feel worthy but then I look at my reflection and see my daughter, mother and grandmother who are worthy of all things. That in itself says a lot about me.”