There Was One Thing Bridget Like About

She Thought She Was Independent And Strong, But She Got One Small Taste Of Love And She Was Hungrier Than Anyone. She Was Ravenous.

Her Body Was A Prison, Her Mind Was A Prison. Her Memories Were A Prison. The People She Loved. She Couldn't Get Away From The Hurt Of Them. She Could Leave Eric, Walk Out Of Her Apartment, Walk Forever If She Liked, But She Couldn't Escape What Really Hurt. Tonight Even The Sky Felt Like A Prison.

I Agree That A Love Of Reading Is A Great Gift For A Parent To Pass On To His Or Her Child.

He Could Lose Himself In Her Forever, He Thought.

There Are Some People Who Fall In Love Over And Over.