It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced … - Janet Fitch

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This is what I would ask of the American people, and that is, and the media does not do this terribly often - put things in contact.

Janet Fitch

It was her first book, an indigo cover with a silver moonflower, an art nouveau flower, I traced my finger along the silver line like smoke, whiplash curves. . . . I touched the pages her hands touched, I pressed them to my lips, the soft thick old paper, yellow now, fragile as skin. I stuck my nose between the bindings and smelled all the readings she had given, the smell of unfiltered cigarettes and the espresso machine, beaches and incense and whispered words in the night. I could hear her voice rising from the pages. The cover curled outward like sails.

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here, here is my dark world. you carry it for a change. im out

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I usually start with something that has some energy, like a compressed character or a situation that's wound up like a spring. Then all I have to do is let it go, let its energy carry the story. And that may not turn out to be the beginning of the book.

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