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So far, one of the best of her works, and I love that this isn't a first person narrative!

In the silent kitchen it came coldly to her that the tragedy of the man who had taken her into his house was more awful by far than love’s denial. It came like clarity in confusion, there was a certainty: it was too late. And it came coldly too, that the truth she yet might tell to draw the sting of his agony would cause more suffering than she could inflict, more than any man who had done no wrong deserved.

He carried her boxes of books from the back of his car and said proudly: The weight of your brain.

GR is useful when you don't have a bookmark under hand ☺️

“But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. It includes everything that led up to it. Hour after trivial hour, day after day, year after year, and then the sudden moment: the knife stab, the shell burst, the plummet of the car from a bridge.”

“The only way you can write the truth is to assume that what you set down will never be read. Not by any other person, and not even by yourself at some later date. Otherwise you begin excusing yourself."

Finished Ellen Tebbits. Not as hilarious as Ramona and Henry series, but I liked it a lot. Best for when you are looking for a model girl stories without any Romona-esque naughtiness.

Do you remember from You've Got Mail, Kathleen Kelly reading a book to kids in the bookstore about a boy putting a mouse in a candy jar? That's this book!

But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling.

4 The Mystery of Hunter's Lodge ⭐⭐⭐
5 The Million Dollar Bond Robbery ⭐⭐⭐⭐
6 The Adventure of the Egyptian Tomb ⭐⭐⭐⭐
7 The Jewel Robbery at the Grand Metropolitan ⭐⭐⭐
8 The Kidnapped Prime Minister ⭐⭐⭐

3 The Adventure of the Cheap Flat ⭐⭐⭐

Turns out this is a stories collection
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Reading again...

I may read this about 20 years ago, I just remember fragments of the story or maybe it just seems familiar.

Home alone, reading about 2 people hunting ghosts in the attic because of the songs heard at night. Guess who immediately closed the book and tried to think about something else?

Passed the part where I DNFed last time from🤗

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The mother who lay in the grave, was the mother of my infancy; the little creature in her arms, was myself, as I had once been, hushed for ever on her bosom.

"It's never too late to come home... All you have to do... is stop moving away."

"People grieve in different ways, some silently, some in anger, some in spite. Rarely does grief bring out the best in people..."

“This is something different again. A feeling of peace. The feeling you get when a recipe turns out perfectly right, a perfectly risen souffle, a flawless sauce hollandaise. It's a feeling which tells me that any woman can be beautiful in the eyes of a man who loves her.”

We were always raised to keep things to ourselves. It isn't a habit that can be easily broken.

David Copperfield, you are not getting away from me this time!

Men were different. They might hate each other but they stuck together against the world and against any woman who would ensnare one of them.

It seemed like their great birth pains shrank their hearts and their souls. They stuck together for only one thing: to trample on some other woman... whether it was by throwing stones or by mean gossip. It was the only kind of loyalty they seemed to have.