Joanne Harris

All the same

getting in the way

However, her real talent, like all women, was for emotion,

SUMMER WAS A DOOR SWINGING OPEN INTO A SECRET GARDEN.

Its scent was eerily strong in the small room.

He could hardly recall what it did taste of, but that scent remained with him, the scent of Marthe’s cooking and the way the smoke used to cling to her hair and make the apples of her cheeks stand out red. Combing it out at night, loosening the brown curls from the tight bun in which she kept them, all the day’s cooking smells

Jackapple Joe was the first – the only – adult book he had written.

Perhaps he’d mistaken the signs. After all, what evidence had he found? A few boxes of magazines? A map marked in coloured pencils? Perhaps he had jumped to a false conclusion. Perhaps Joe was telling the truth after all.

Perhaps Joe had come back.

the kitchen warm with the scent of brewing wine… H

the kitchen warm with the scent of brewing wine…