Justine strikes a pose before the full-length mirror on her closet door. Chin up, hands at her sides. She draws a breath. "My dear..." she begins, and stops mid-sentence. Wrinkles her nose. She's got it all wrong.
- p. 1, In Leah's Wake by Terri Giuliano Long
Leah felt as if she had fallen into a rabbit hole in the frenzy of motion and color and sound.
- p. 56, In Leah's Wake by Terri Giuliano Long
This just came in the mail for me. Another painful read, methinks. Woooh! The reading list is getting long again! Though I must say that I do a little happy dance when I get a book in the mail. No complaints here!