When Will There Be Good News? (Jackson Brodie, #3)

by Kate Atkinson

‘Knowing that when light is gone, Love remains for shining,’ ” Dr. Hunter said. “Isn’t that lovely? Elizabeth Barrett Browning wrote it for her dog.”

world!” Was there a kind of lottery (Reggie imagined a raffle) where God picked out your chosen method of going—“Heart attack for him, cancer for her, let’s see, have we had a terrible car crash yet this month?” Not that Reggie believed in God, but it was interesting sometimes to imagine. Did God get out of bed one morning and draw back the curtains (Reggie’s imaginary God led a very domesticated life) and think, “A drowning in a hotel swimming pool today, I fancy. We haven’t had that one in a while.”

Somewhere, in some Utopian nowhere, women walked without fear. Louise would sure like to see that place. Give medals to all the women.

She was baffled by women who changed their names when they got married—your name was the closest thing to your self. Sometimes your name was all you had.