” . . . Instead, Margot’s heart stubbornly refused to lift. It was as if she couldn’t make room for happiness now. . . .”
I quote this somewhat tongue-in-cheek, but I really have felt sometimes (and I’m sure not for the last time) that there is so much other “stuff” in my life that there is quite literally no space available for happiness.
There is only one lonely quote from this book because, unfortunately, I put this book down and couldn’t finish it. That’s Very unlike me, but life’s too short to force myself to finish a book that doesn’t pull me through on its own. <shrug>
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