But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired.
What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. … - Melanie Benjamin
What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. …
- Melanie Benjamin
I certainly incorporate facts into my fiction. I take the basic facts from the life of my subject and I pick and choose what to use to construct a re… - Melanie Benjamin
I certainly incorporate facts into my fiction. I take the basic facts from the life of my subject and I pick and choose what to use to construct a re…
I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the per… - Melanie Benjamin
I see things beyond what other people see. I am always looking for hidden corners and closets of a life that I feel aren't explored either by the per…
But oh my dear, I am tired of being Alice in Wonderland. Does it sound ungrateful? It is. Only I do get tired. - Melanie Benjamin
Most readers of historical fiction are content to just get caught up in a good story, and that is what I want to do as an author. I am not concerned … - Melanie Benjamin
Most readers of historical fiction are content to just get caught up in a good story, and that is what I want to do as an author. I am not concerned …
I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go. - Melanie Benjamin
I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go.
There is always so much talk about the sins of the fathers but it is the sins of the mothers that are the most difficult to avoid repeating. - Melanie Benjamin
There is always so much talk about the sins of the fathers but it is the sins of the mothers that are the most difficult to avoid repeating.
My head grew muddled with it all; the silly ways adults acted with one another, never saying what they meant, trusting in sighs and glances and dista… - Melanie Benjamin
My head grew muddled with it all; the silly ways adults acted with one another, never saying what they meant, trusting in sighs and glances and dista…
Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair. - Melanie Benjamin
Why, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.
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