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They ushered in what became known as the golden age of children's literature, and remain classics today. As a child myself I felt like I should like them, because they were classics and I was pretentious, but something about them put me off.

Interestingly, the Llewelyn Davies boys were first cousins of gothic novelist Daphne du Maurier, whose own rather gothic childhood is a story in itself, and the reason du Maurier would not permit the publication of her childhood diaries until fifty years after her death.

No dey don't, stupid," Stevie said. "Dey got some stuff on dere tails dat glows in the dark. Like dose statues, ya know.

I have a huge respect for writers and realise that this is not an area that I find easy. I doubt that I would have the patience in front of a blank sheet of paper to become a writer.

He's American," corrected Tarnie. "That's not weird. Well, you know. It is a bit weird but it's not his fault.

Noel Streatfeild's White Boots from 1951

found herself thinking how useful that would be, to have an automatic comforting device. The dog looked nice.

She's home. That's all. That's true love, I can't explain it any better than that.

I don't do marriage. I think it's incredibly naff. And I don't like vulgar displays of ostentation.

Peter smiles, and ugh, it's annoying how handsome he is.

You've never thought of me that way, not ever, so don't go trying to reinvent history now when I have somebody.

Was i on five or six? "Peter! You made me lose my count again!" "I have that effect on women." I roll my eyyes at him and he grins back at me, but before he can say anything else, I yell," Kitty! Get down here!

As I bicycle home, it starts to rain, cold, almost-snow kind of rain, and I'm glad. I can blame my wet cheeks on the rain.

Smiling, he said, "Did you know that astronomers call them interplanetary dust?

You can come with me to the McGregor Room," I say. "But you have to promise to be quiet." Affectionately Peter says, "Lara Jean, only you would look forward to hanging out in a library.

You don't get to change the story because you feel like it. I'm Éponine; you're Cosette! Don't make me out to be the Cosette!" Her lip curls. "What the fuck are you even talking about?" "Les Mis!" "I

I look at prom dresses on my computer, and I laugh out loud every time I think about Daddy calling Peter my "hot boyfriend.

John is standing at the other end of the table, drinking Coke and nodding his head to the beat.

I'm not having sex for the first time because it's convenient and my hair looks good, Chris." "Fair enough.

Which cake is yours? The coconut one?" My head snaps up. "I would never buy a grocery-store cake for this.

Jere told him our budget. One thousand dollars. Mr. Fisher had snorted.

This is all natural. But thank you for the compliment, Owen.

Like always, it was Conrad who dictated the mood of the house, how everyone else felt.

Like, how did you get him? No offense. I just thought you were the non-dating type." I frown. The non-dating type? What kind of type is that? A little mushroom who sits at home in a semidark room growing moss?