" All her life, Olive had wanted to stay up until midnight on New Year's Eve and experience the exact instant when the old year turned to the new. When the familiar date passed into history, never to be seen or known or smelled or touched again - like death, she supposed - and those bright exotic numbers that had once belonged to some impossibly distant future - 1893, imagine that! - became your present reality. "

― Karen White , The Forgotten Room