Monday’s First Sentence ~ How My Neighbor Stole Christmas by Meghan Quinn
“You know, you never truly get over the first pucker of your nips when that mountain air hits you,” I say as I stuff my mittened hands into my jacked pockets while I survey the backdrop of freshly powdered mountains.
Review: An Education in Malice
“I kept my tastes quiet, kept them private, feeding them only rarely and when I was sure I wouldn’t get caught. I often felt like a wolf wearing the skin of a girl, balancing on two legs and hoping no one would notice.”
