“Do not be afraid of books, Miss Bennet. Simply treat them with the respect they deserve, and you will be richly rewarded. You do not have to be clever or rich or have attended celebrated schools or universities in order to appreciate them. It is enough simply to have an open and receptive mind– and sometimes, it is true, a little perseverance. But you must not be afraid, Miss Bennett, for books do not judge you.”
I let Random.org pick a page, and it selected page 178.
The squawking of crows drew his attention back to the porch. A bare-foot girl in a nightgown stood on the warped steps. Her pale hair wanted brushing, and the peach satin bow she wore had slid halfway down, stuck in the rat’s nest of it. She looked to be about the same age as Memphis. Just like the farm, there was something a little off about her. A crop turning bad.