Vatsala

“Whatever you wish for wish carefully, and make sure it comes from your heart. Those are the only wishes that count.”
― Alexandra Bullen

“Really?" Olivia managed. It's called conversation, she reminded herself, like a visitor from a foreign planet. Answer one question, ask another. "Where do you live?”
― Alexandra Bullen, Wish

“She took pictures because it was the only way she knew she existed. I was here. It was about anchoring herself in a moment when everything else seemed to be floating off in the distance.”
― Alexandra Bullen, Wishful Thinking

“I never said I didn’t identify with Lily,” she went on, her voice clear and her own. “I think in some way she’s the heart of the book. And her transformation at the end, when she’s finally able to finish her painting, after she doesn’t have anything holding her back…it’s one of the most important scenes in the novel. It’s when she finally realises who she is.”

Mr Whitley nodded vaguely, pacing the length of a square-paned window overlooking the courtyard below.

“And what was it?” he asked deliberately. “What do you think was holding her back all that time?”

Olivia looked down at her feet, feeling every pair of eyes in the class burning holes into the top of her head. Miles’s mushroom loafers were fidgeting under the chair beside her, and she felt him holding his breathe. Her heart was pounding, but this time it was different. Everybody in the room was waiting for her, and that was okay. This time she had things to say.

“The past,” Olivia answered finally. “The past was holding her back.”
― Alexandra Bullen, Wish