Katie Ryan
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"Hi Goodreads Friends,
I love seeing everything you're all reading and reviewing and have picked up so many great reads because one of you read it first - thank you! But, in looking for a cleaner, easier to use, and not owned by Amazon platform have decided to move my reading data to independently owned, The StoryGraph. If you find yourself over there, let's connect: I'm @ kdryan 😊" — Mar 11, 2022 07:14AM
"Hi Goodreads Friends,
I love seeing everything you're all reading and reviewing and have picked up so many great reads because one of you read it first - thank you! But, in looking for a cleaner, easier to use, and not owned by Amazon platform have decided to move my reading data to independently owned, The StoryGraph. If you find yourself over there, let's connect: I'm @ kdryan 😊" — Mar 11, 2022 07:14AM
“Have read little and understood less.”
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
― A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
“The man that I named the Giver passed along to the boy knowledge, history, memories, color, pain, laughter, love, and truth. Every time you place a book in the hands of a child, you do the same thing. It is very risky. But each time a child opens a book, he pushes open the gate that separates him from Elsewhere. It gives him choices. It gives him freedom. Those are magnificent, wonderfully unsafe things.
[from her Newberry Award acceptance speech]”
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[from her Newberry Award acceptance speech]”
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“The truth is that every true admirer of the novels cherishes the happy thought that he alone - reading between the lines - has become the secret friend of their author.”
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“I became aware that our love was doomed; love had turned into a love affair with a beginning and an end. I could name the very moment when it had begun, and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour. When she left the house I couldn't settle to work. I would reconstruct what we had said to each other; I would fan myself into anger or remorse. And all the time I knew I was forcing the pace. I was pushing, pushing the only thing I loved out of my life. As long as I could make believe that love lasted I was happy; I think I was even good to live with, and so love did last. But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death; I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.”
― The End of the Affair
― The End of the Affair
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