Postcards From a Stranger (Postcards #1)

by Imogen Clark

I realise that this is exactly what I am looking for. Someone to play the grown-up so I don’t have to.

She was already learning that her dreams would often end up in tiny pieces in the dustbin.

Heartbreaking.

It’s funny how your mind rewrites history with the benefit of hindsight.

It’s a thin line between looking out for your friend and bursting their bubble.

Annie isn’t sure that boys do have to be loud and badly behaved as a prerequisite of their gender.

You can’t be liberated if you’ve never been hemmed in.

When we’re alone he treats me like a princess, he really does.’

Oh honey.

Michael does not know what ‘petty’ means but it sounds like a nice thing, gentle and playful.

Why did this make me laugh?

I am tempted to just put everything back the way it was but who am I kidding? The mess is made. I might as well try to do a decent job.

Same.

I lean into him and we kiss, like Cathy and Heathcliff,

This is the couple you choose?

I think you take life far too seriously for someone so young.

Life is short. You should grasp it with both hands and shake it hard.’

we both sit quietly for a moment, imagining how flawed a perfect life really is.

You see, there are so many ways of parenting a child. Who can say which is the right path to take?