A Symphony of Echoes (The Chronicles of St. Mary's #2)

by Jodi Taylor

The toilets smelled the way men’s toilets always do. Like a hundred wet tomcats had died in there.

Despite the Cooper/Hofstadter papers on the subject, no one seems quite sure what would happen, and we certainly didn’t want to find out the hard way.

I love the nod to The Big Bang Theory!

Hate and love are pretty much the same thing. Someone you hate is as much the centre of your world as someone you love. Indifference is the killer.

Peterson and I, who knew as much about horticulture as the average politician knew about effective and efficient government, were allocated the north side of the park.