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Nobody I Know.... by.... Phyl Wright
Our favourite passages from this book
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Ferrall’s favourite quote:
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Time had passed so quickly since Eleanor had started work at the Karen Centre. Sometimes she felt she had been there - no, belonged there-forever. She found she enjoyed it so much that it didn't feel like work. Usually after a few days or two away from it, she was itching to return. Things were always happening at the Centre: new residents, problems with some the existing ones, other residents going on to what they hoped were better lives, getting jobs, and accommodations of their own. It was a satisfying time; Simon took to relying on her for all matters of things, making her feel, if not indispensable, at least needed in a very special way.
Eleanor was feeling good about herself and was feeling needed by this Centre
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Alan’s favourite quote
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Madge, her eldest sister, looked about forty, rather than thirty two. Her black dress drained her of colour; her shoulders had adopted their perpetual hunched position, which she had adopted to compensate for her height. As a child Madge had towered over her peers, stopping only when she reached five foot eleven. Lesley knew, without seeing them, that she would be wearing the usual flat shoes, the only footwear she would allow anywhere near her size eight feet. Sitting beside Madge, Pamela, her youngest sister, blonde hair flowing over her shoulders, was thankfully dressed fairly decorously in a black coat over a black pinstripe tunic dress with a high neckline. Remembering Pamela’s usual mode of dress, Lesley could only deduce that their mother must have prevailed upon her this time, in deference to the occasion. To her left Alan, at twenty four, the baby of the family, was talking in low tones to his girlfriend Erica, his fair hair and her dark locks forming a striking contrast. From Erica’s expression however, she guessed that Alan was currently on the receiving end of her infamous (and often malicious) acerbic wit.
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From Shirley from Glasgow (no pic of Shirley yet)
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Isn't the book wonderful? I saw you are asking for pargraphs from it and one of my favourite parts of the book is on page 228.
"He gazed at her in shock. In no scenario he had painted, had he imagined this. Lesley freed her hand from his.
"Watching Aunt Eleanor tonight brought it home to me. She's chosen, and has decided what she wants from life. That's what I should do. I don't know yet, but when I do, it will be my choice, what's best for me.
She rose and gathered her coat as Jonathan sat frozen with shock.
"I'm sorry."
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Carol’s favourite quote
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" People say that money and belongings don't matter, but when you've had nothing, they matter more than you could imagine. Although ....." reflectively,"....to be honest, Mr Atkinson, it doesn't seem to have made you happy", She stole a glance at him, wondering if she had said too much. He gave a gruff laugh.
"Exactly, my dear. People are the greatest commodity on God's earth and without family and friends, we would all live in abject poverty. You have things that wealth can never compensate for health, youth, friends, optimism and a future"
"Everyones got a future" she observed, missing the wry twist of his lips as he nodded briefly." |
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Lis’s favourite quote "I love this quote... fantastically evocative:
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" Jonathan walked away from her flat, his mind racing. All his senses were stirred, he felt rather than saw the sun beginning to draw long rays of light across the street, as it gave up its hold on the day. He could smell the fullness of the summer evening, the earthy promise of trees at the side of the pavement, food smells floating on the night air. The air itself was sweet, mingling with Lesley’s perfume, and the warmth of her mouth, which he could still taste." |
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