One for Sorrow (Isabel Fielding, #1)

by Sarah A. Denzil

I felt about as enthusiastic as a limp piece of lettuce that morning.

The human mind is fragile, built upon tiny impulses of electricity sending signals to the rest of the body. Our thoughts, our feelings, our language, it all comes from the brain, so when one of those little electric impulses goes haywire, we follow suit.

But the person behind closed doors is not always the person out in the world.

Did any of us have much choice in life, or were we all marching to the beat of our own circumstances?

When you’re poor, shame comes as naturally as breathing, but unlike breathing, you never get used to it.