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Daddy Long Legs Books
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Daddy-Long-Legs (Daddy-Long-Legs, #1)
by (shelved 11 times as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 4.13 — 76,130 ratings — published 1912
Dear Enemy (Daddy-Long-Legs, #2)
by (shelved 4 times as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 3.92 — 13,283 ratings — published 1915
Daddy-Long-Legs / Dear Enemy (Paperback)
by (shelved 2 times as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 3.94 — 2,683 ratings — published
Dear Pen Pal (Hardcover)
by (shelved 2 times as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 4.30 — 7,382 ratings — published 2009
Enthralled (The Spider's Mate, #2)
by (shelved 1 time as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 4.26 — 9,013 ratings — published 2021
The Honourable Lucas Kincaid (Miss Fleming #3)
by (shelved 1 time as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 4.16 — 1,686 ratings — published
Priska, or, The Story of a Finnish Girl (Hardcover)
by (shelved 1 time as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 3.76 — 54 ratings — published 1959
Dear Mr. Knightley (Paperback)
by (shelved 1 time as daddy-long-legs)
avg rating 3.93 — 18,809 ratings — published 2013
“I think that every one , no matter how many troubles the may have when he grows up, ought to have a happy childhood to look back upon. And if I ever have any children of my own, no matter how unhappy I may be, I am not going to let them have any cares until they grow up.”
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“But I cannot be worrying-worrying all the time about the truth. I have to worry about the truth that can be lived with. And that is the difference between losing your marbles drinking the salty sea, or swallowing the stuff from the streams. My Niece-of-Shame believes in the talking cure, eh?" says Alsana, with something of a grin. "Talk, talk, talk and it will be better. Be honest, slice open your heart and spread the red stuff around. But the past is made of more than words, dearie. We married old men, you see? These bumps"--Alsana pats them both --"they will always have daddy-long-legs for fathers. One leg in the present, one in the past. No talking will change this. Their roots will always be tangled. And roots get dug up. Just look in my garden - birds at the coriander every bloody day...”
― White Teeth
― White Teeth
