“Part of the comfort they derived from rereading was the satisfaction of knowing there would be closure — of feeling, each time, an inexplicable anxiety over whether the main characters would find love and happiness, while all the while knowing, on some different parallel interior track, that...
When you’re with me you look like my child and when you’re with Daddy you look like his child. And when you are with both of us you look like a beautiful combination.” I had been talking in this rambling fashion for a few minutes before I realized Lily had fallen asleep. ...