The Woman in the Library

by Sulari Gentill

writing about it, but that’s different. Words are put down in solitude; there is a strange privacy to those disclosures. Time to get used to the revelation before readers are necessarily taken into your confidence.

I rarely reread books. There are too many wonderful books without retreading old ground.

I’m not sure about anything except that certainty is overrated.

But Cain is afraid I will be caught in the web around him. I reach out and touch his face, trying to think of some way to reassure him that I am choosing this with full knowledge of what he did. In the end, I just kiss him honestly,

The duality of loving some one who has does something tragic. Fascinating.