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" Her hand hugging mine, she introduced her cast of characters. Dear Maman and down-to-earth Eugénie. Blustery Papa. Rémy, the mischievous twin I would see every time I looked at Odile. His girl, Bitsi, the brave librarian. Paul, so handsome, I fell in love with him, too. Margaret, every bit as fun as Mary Louise. Miss Reeder, the Countess, and Boris, the heart and soul and life of the Library. People I would never know, would never forget. They’d lived in Odile’s memory, and now they lived in mine. "
― Janet Skeslien Charles , The Paris Library
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" How could you betray me?”
“I was envious.”
“Jealous of me, when you had the perfect job, a loving family, and a devoted man?”
I never considered what I had, only what I wanted. “Surely it’s not that bad. Your hair will grow out.”
“You think the worst thing he did was to my hair? Because of you, I’ve lost everything.” She held up her broken wrist. “See what they did to me? I can’t dress myself, I can’t write to my daughter. If you hated me so much, I wish you would have hired an assassin, because to my family, I might as well be dead. "
― Janet Skeslien Charles , The Paris Library