More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Daughters of the South were to their mothers what tributaries were to the main rivers they flowed into: their source of immovable strength.
what I’m best at, is peaches. Peach juice swims in my veins. When I bleed, it’s sweet. Honeybees fly right to me.”
Moonlight was filtering through the trees, which made the air look like milk glass.
The gesture was tender, but it hit her with an unexpected force, like when you’re in the ocean and a wave hits you. It’s so soft and cool that it surprises you that it has such strength. Water seems so harmless that way.
It was too much, this feeling that she didn’t know her own nature, her own root system, anymore.
