The Last of August (Charlotte Holmes, #2)

by Brittany Cavallaro

I grinned. “It’s true. You know it is. You’re like a turtle with your world on your back.” “There’s not a lot you can control, you know. Where you’re born. Who your family is. What people want from you, and what you are, underneath it all. When you have so little say in it all, I think it’s important to exercise a measure of control when given the opportunity.” She smiled, ducking her head. “So I blow things up.”

Our Aunt Araminta had decided we needed “culturing.” I think she may have mistaken us for bacteria.

I would rather Watson be at home, doing research and reading novels, because one prefers to have their heart locked safely in their chest.