Sublime

‘Léon liked you too. He said you were gallant. That was the word. He said: “She’s a gallant little devil and it’d be a pity if we had to bring her down.”’

I was English. English. Madame de Valmy had made it very clear that she wanted an English girl, and I hadn’t seen any harm in letting her assume that my knowledge of France and things French was on a par with that of the average English girl who’d done French at school. She had made rather a lot of it, really

Finley Fox refuses to give up her life’s work. With her family’s cabin rental business at risk of going under, the eldest of five has been laboring for years to care for the property, not to mention her now grown siblings. But when a New York billionaire makes a play for the ailing resort, Finley struggles to resist her attraction to the handsome m

A Little Princess (greatest vindication story ever), The Golden Compass (greatest animal character ever), and Little Women

Women of Ireland. After Rembrandt. The three of them looking out at me like the men of the Drapers’ Guild, red on their skirts, black on their chests, dark shawls over their heads, though my mother’s hair is bare.

Her eyes as she smiled at me were friendly, almost warm, and for the first time since I had met her I saw charm in her – not the easy charm of the vivid personality, but the real and irresistible charm that reaches out halfway to meet you, assuring you that you are wanted and liked.

telling Madame de Valmy. She was laughing, looking happier and more animated than I had seen her since I came to Valmy. I realised sharply how lovely she had been before time and tragedy had drained the life from her face. On the thought, she turned and saw myself and Philippe by the door, and the gaiety vanished. The boredom and annoyance that shu