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Jane Harvey-Berrick

Könyvei 15

Jane Harvey-Berrick: Dangerous to Know & Love
Jane Harvey-Berrick: The Traveling Man
Jane Harvey-Berrick: Slave to the Rhythm
Jane Harvey-Berrick: The Traveling Woman
Jane Harvey-Berrick: Lifers
Jane Harvey-Berrick: Luka
Jane Harvey-Berrick: The Education of Sebastian
Jane Harvey-Berrick: The Education of Caroline
Jane Harvey-Berrick: Playing in the Rain
Jane Harvey-Berrick: At Your Beck & Call

Kapcsolódó sorozatok: The Education of..., Traveling, The Rhythm


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pveronika

A friend told me that the difference between Brits and Americans is that the British think a hundred miles is a long way, and Americans think that a hundred years is a long time.

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Naiva P

I felt as if I’d met my soulmate, but he was always being taken away from me.

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Naiva P

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, softly as if he was sure I’d say no.
I took a deep breath. My first kiss was going to be at the top of a Ferris wheel. I’d never heard of anything more romantic.
“Okay,” I said, wiping my mouth with my sleeve.
Kes leaned in and I felt his dry lips press against my cheek.
I turned to stare at him and he was grinning, looking inordinately proud of himself.
We held hands for the rest of the ride, and I’d never been happier.

Kapcsolódó szócikkek: Aimee Anderson · Kestrel Donohue
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pveronika

The Right Reverend Shaw spoke half-heartedly about the evils of gambling, which included throwing a ring around the neck of plastic duck to win a prize, a comment that had me rolling my eyes in church. I half expected to be struck down, but when God gave me a pass, I decided that He must like the carnival, too, because of all the smiles it brought to town.

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pveronika

“I come up here every night after you’ve gone home.” My breath stuttered and that pebble of disappointment rolled around in my stomach. “Oh,” I said, my broad vocabulary reduced to a single syllable. Kes turned his head to look at me, and for once his smile was gentle. “I can see your house from here,” he said. “I can see your tree and your bedroom window. Nobody bothers me up here, so that’s when I think of you.”

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pveronika

Kes was moody and difficult, brilliant and beautiful. He scared me and he protected me. He could be incredibly hurtful and incredibly thoughtful. He wasn’t perfect, but he was perfect for me. He challenged me, he took me out of my safe little box and showed me the world could be magnificent. He was everything I wasn’t, but somehow, together, there was a synergy, an alignment, something that just made sense, no matter how crazy it seemed to anyone else.

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Szinna

Kes wasn’t safe. He wasn’t a sensible choice. He made my heart race, and swoop, and die a little. When I was near him, I burned. When he was far away, my blood moved sluggishly, reluctantly, cooling without his heat. Maybe we’d burn together. But maybe, just maybe, we’d fly.

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Szinna

I was old enough to know that magic didn’t exist, and young enough to hope that I was wrong. I was sure that if magic belonged anywhere in the world, it was living and breathing right across the road in Mr. Peterson’s field.

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pveronika

(…) his silvery-gray eyes were fixed on mine, open and unclouded, for once hiding nothing. And I saw wonder, desire, pleasure, and I saw love. I was sure I saw love.

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Szinna

A lot can happen in six seconds. Your whole life can change in less than a heartbeat.