Gretchen Louise

“The store smelled of old books and woodsmoke. A counter stood on the wall to his left, flanked by bookshelves and magazine racks. Photographs hung over the counter—pictures of authors, it looked like. Bookcases jutted out from the wall to his right, and bookshelves covered every wall, even under the windows. On the shelf before him, books ran in a proper row for half a shelf, then a stack of books on their sides. More books rested in front of the row, on top, wherever they fit. New books with crisp dust jackets stood beside older titles with spines shiny from wear. More books covered a table by the window, circled by two mismatched wooden chairs and a stuffed armchair.”
― Sarah Sundin, Until Leaves Fall in Paris

“...we’ve had over five months of writing letters, as transatlantic phone calls are way too expensive for either of us. But I don’t mind. In fact, this is better. There is something so truthful and revelatory about writing to someone.”
― Katherine Reay, The English Masterpiece

“One thing I had come to learn over the years was that you could never judge a book by its cover. People were seldom what they seemed to be on the outside.”
― Ashley Weaver, The Key to Deceit

“I had given up religion for a relationship and now walk confidently in my Father's footsteps and take great delight in knowing that despite all of my sins and failings, He loves me just as I am -- I don't have to earn His love but just accept it.”
― Kelly Nielson, I'll Fly Away