The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion: Vol. 4

by Beth Brower

We can spend our shooting weekends staring at your husband while mine pays the bill.” “That is a terrible thing to say, Arabella.” “Terrible? Here I was thinking it was rather practical.”

Let us say nothing of his lips. However, if one were to see fish on the menu, one might remember said lips with startling acuity.

Is it immoral to marry a man solely to gain a library? And if that man happens to be tremendously good looking, is it more or less of a sin?

She has accepted a tray in the library and is busy scribbling away on her latest novel. When I asked if she wished to join us, she said, ‘Not if the very hounds of hell were after me. I have to finish chapter thirteen.’”

This is so me

Novel writers, bless them, are such strange birds.

I wasn’t prepared for the haunting familiarity. For the road to remember me.