Gigi

“There aren’t many hurts that a sky meadow full of clean white blossoms can’t make at least a little better.”
― Lauren Wolk, Echo Mountain

“What am I supposed to do?” I said aloud, though I was alone. But the sky was busy being the sky. And the trees were busy being trees. And the birds, likewise, were busy being exactly who they were. Which was, in itself, an answer. So I made up my mind to listen to the flame in my chest, which sighed and roared and sighed again like a long piece of music I knew by heart but still seemed to be hearing fresh.”
― Lauren Wolk, Echo Mountain

“What's wrong between you two?' she said. 'You used to be like peas in a pod.'
I thought about everything I might say, then chose the simplest. 'We're different.'
Cate scoffed at that. 'So are ink and paper, but they get along very well indeed.'
'She's mad at me,' I said.
'Not mad,' Esther said.
'She thinks I'm the reason our daddy got hurt.'
Cate scoffed again. 'You're a girl. You're not a tree.'
'She was in the way,' Esther said.
Cate shook her head. 'Blame comes from the Greek for 'curse.' That's the root of it. A curse. Against the sacred. Which is what sisters are. Or should be. To each other.' She glared at us both. 'Sacred.”
― Lauren Wolk, Echo Mountain

“mountain”
― Lauren Wolk, Echo Mountain