A Kilt for Christmas Quotes

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― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas

“I just think it’s wild that one hundred different people could read the same story and all see it differently in their heads. This vision plays out in their mind, spun together from the words a storyteller crafts, and yet, if done well, they’ll all walk away feeling similar emotions about the story. It’s magic, really, this sharing of a world with another, and I think books just create this community among people that allows you to connect. It’s really beautiful.”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas

“I just think it’s wild that one hundred different people could read the same story and all see it differently in their heads. This vision plays out in their mind, spun together from the words a storyteller crafts, and yet, if done well, they’ll all walk away feeling similar emotions about the story. It’s magic, really, this sharing of a world with another, and I think books just create this community among people that allows you to connect. It’s really beautiful.” Maisie was watching me”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas

“Goodness, I am so clumsy,” Esther purred, holding a hand to her chest. Maisie blinked at the dainty grandmother who had just hip-checked her with all the aplomb of a linebacker. “Caught my foot on the rug.”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas

“No kidnapping. No force. No badgering. If you can’t find a way to be subtle about your matchmaking, then I’m relieving you of your quest.” I gave the women my sternest look while using my professor lecture voice. “What about us suggests we have a knack for subtlety?” Esther barked out a laugh. The woman had a point.”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas

“Car troubles?” I guessed, crossing my arms against the morning’s brisk chill. “Flat tire. And none of us feel like getting dirty.” Esther, I presumed, nodded at me. “Well, at least you’re honest.” I laughed and gestured them inside against the sharp gust of wind that buffeted across the grey waters of Loch Mirren. “Let me just get dressed and I’m happy to help.” “Thank you so much. I’m Meredith, and this is Esther, Cherise, and Shannon. Lila couldn’t make it. We’re the Book Bitches from Kingsbarns.” Meredith said this last part as though I should be suitably impressed, so I made an approving sound. Esther snorted.”
― Tricia O'Malley, A Kilt for Christmas