When Will There Be Good News?: A Jackson Brodie Novel (Jackson Brodie series Book 3)

by Kate Atkinson

Water always found a way, it beat everything in the end. Paper, scissors, rock, water.

If you didn’t smoke and you didn’t drink then standing by a waterfall for ten minutes with nothing to do was something that could really get to you because all you were left with were your thoughts.

I mean the way we live our lives. There isn’t a template, a pattern that we’re supposed to follow. There’s no one watching us to see if we’re doing it properly, there is no properly, we just make it up as we go along.’

Life was easier if you were an unimaginative pragmatist, a happy idiot.

Why make it easy when you could make it as difficult for yourself as possible? She was a woman so, technically speaking, she could do anything.

Really, every time a person said goodbye to another person they should pay attention, just in case it was the last time. First things were good, last things not so much so.

There were days that really surprised you with the way they turned out.

She was baffled by women who changed their names when they got married, your name was the closest thing to your self. Sometimes your name was all you had.

Old age receded the closer you got to it.

Just because you were a rational and sceptical atheist didn’t mean that you didn’t have to get through every day the best way you could. There were no rules.

‘A coincidence is just an explanation waiting to happen,’