Juniper Bean Resorts to Murder (Happily Ever Homicide, #1)

by Gracie Ruth Mitchell

I think we all think about weird things sometimes, but we’re never sure exactly how weird other people are, and we don’t want to give ourselves away for fear that we’re the strangest one in the room.

I don’t know why anyone would choose to sit when they can sprawl, but to each their own.

We keep our dead, and our dead keep us.

She sees her shadows; she weaves them through her fingers. She knows their value.

but show me a beautiful mind if you want that prettiness to really affect me. Beauty alone is not enough to make my pulse race and my body react.

I believe in that woman’s ability to make waves wherever she goes, to force people to grow around her, their own lives changing as they make room for her.

Any time your presence causes people to change, you’re making history. Sometimes small history, sometimes grand—always worth paying attention to.

My heart aches for the hungry and the cold and the lost. It aches for the people I can help and the people I can’t. My aching heart is the catalyst behind most of my life’s actions.