Thursday, May 24, 2007

Bloor Line, waiting for the door to open, finger tips poised on the glass.

East Indian woman, early 20s, wearing a red tank top and jean capris, gold bracelets chiming on both wrists.

Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Sophie Kinsella (Dell)

Page 56:

I have no clothes. This cannot be happening.

When the doors open she's promised herself that she will put down the book and look people in the eyes. One. Two. Three. Four. When she reaches 356, a number of no significance, she will allow herself to be open to surprise. She's tired of check marks, lists of pros and cons, what her horoscope defines as the best course of action. Today she will simply gaze upon another, upon you, and fall.

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