Rising in Grady was an ungovernable laughter, a joyous agitation which made the white summer stretching before her seem like an unrolling canvas on which she might draw those first rude pure strokes that are free. Then, too, and with a straight face, she was laughing because there was so little they suspected, nothing. The light quivering against the table silver seemed to at once encourage her excitement and to flash a warning signal: careful, dear. But elsewhere something said…
I’m going to add this as a page, but I also thought it could be a post. Some links contain spoilers, but they are there if you want to click them! (Some of) My favourite books: The Crow Road by Iain Banks The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger Great Expectations by Charles Dickens The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini Grace Notes by Bernard MacLaverty Emotionally Weird by Kate Atkinson American Pastoral by Philip Roth Sense…
