A Class Apart
by Susan Lewis | Romance | This book has not been rated.
ISBN: 0061000930 Global Overview for this book
ISBN: 0061000930 Global Overview for this book
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I bought this book in a grab bag from "The Book Rack" on Stratford Rd, in Winston-Salem, NC. Please note that the top corner is clipped but book is in good condition. I'm happy to trade within US and Canada.
I've almost finished reading Sunset by Christopher Nicole, c. 1978, and have literally rolled the dice to see what was next in my pile. Ta-da, this is it!
I am anal enough to have a collection of passages. Here are some passages that I enjoyed/touched me:
"He's so pumped full of drugs or alcohol it's like going to bed with a log that has a protuding twig in the right place. p31
The truth was, that these last couple of months had been hell. She had told herself that things would get easier, and sometimes she believed that they would. But then she would see him walking into his office, or chatting with someone as he walked along the corridor, and she would know that she loved him now as much as she had ever loved him. If only things were as simple as they were in a book. A few pages, maybe only a few lines, and it would be all over and onto the next. But life wasn't like that. Rejection and heartbreak were real, and they didn't go away, not for a very long time. p204
Dear God, which was the right way to go?
He turned the key in the ignition, and reversed the car. Weak, he might be, but he couldn't make that decision - not now. Probably, he never would. Instead, he would let fate decide what was to become of them all. Yes, let fate take the insupportable burden. p221
[comment: this is worth pondering. to me, this attitude is defeatist but perhaps he is right - that you can't change "fate"]
Their life was a routine. Entwined like the ropes of the trawler net. Every twine as important as the next, but each one appearing as insignificant as the next. Yet, if one gave way ... p326
She nodded, and took hold of his hand. Sometimes she was like a child, he thought, only happy when she got her own way. But he loved her, for better or for worse, and in truth he loved the worse every bit as much as the better. p409
"So," he said, twirling her round, "how are you liking us here in New York?"
She smiled. "I'm liking you just fine. In fact, given the chance, I think I might grow to love it here."
He raised his eyebrows, and chuckled. "Don't you miss London?"
"Terribly, but it will always be there. I can always go back, if I want to."
"But right now, you don't want to?"
"No, I'm staying right here. Apart from anything else, I've got a major account to win." p434
[comment: being a long way from home this passage caught my eye. it's a journal prompt for me.]
Nick looked around the room, along the rows of old books that Kate's father had collected over the years. The desk beneath the window where he sometimes worked was piled high with papers, and the slightly threadbare carpet reached comfortably across the floor as if trying to eke itself out to the walls. p500
[comment: I like the carpet imagery]
The clouds were passing overhead, billowing in the wind. In the distance the mountains pushed their way manfully through the misty dusk. p582
I am anal enough to have a collection of passages. Here are some passages that I enjoyed/touched me:
"He's so pumped full of drugs or alcohol it's like going to bed with a log that has a protuding twig in the right place. p31
The truth was, that these last couple of months had been hell. She had told herself that things would get easier, and sometimes she believed that they would. But then she would see him walking into his office, or chatting with someone as he walked along the corridor, and she would know that she loved him now as much as she had ever loved him. If only things were as simple as they were in a book. A few pages, maybe only a few lines, and it would be all over and onto the next. But life wasn't like that. Rejection and heartbreak were real, and they didn't go away, not for a very long time. p204
Dear God, which was the right way to go?
He turned the key in the ignition, and reversed the car. Weak, he might be, but he couldn't make that decision - not now. Probably, he never would. Instead, he would let fate decide what was to become of them all. Yes, let fate take the insupportable burden. p221
[comment: this is worth pondering. to me, this attitude is defeatist but perhaps he is right - that you can't change "fate"]
Their life was a routine. Entwined like the ropes of the trawler net. Every twine as important as the next, but each one appearing as insignificant as the next. Yet, if one gave way ... p326
She nodded, and took hold of his hand. Sometimes she was like a child, he thought, only happy when she got her own way. But he loved her, for better or for worse, and in truth he loved the worse every bit as much as the better. p409
"So," he said, twirling her round, "how are you liking us here in New York?"
She smiled. "I'm liking you just fine. In fact, given the chance, I think I might grow to love it here."
He raised his eyebrows, and chuckled. "Don't you miss London?"
"Terribly, but it will always be there. I can always go back, if I want to."
"But right now, you don't want to?"
"No, I'm staying right here. Apart from anything else, I've got a major account to win." p434
[comment: being a long way from home this passage caught my eye. it's a journal prompt for me.]
Nick looked around the room, along the rows of old books that Kate's father had collected over the years. The desk beneath the window where he sometimes worked was piled high with papers, and the slightly threadbare carpet reached comfortably across the floor as if trying to eke itself out to the walls. p500
[comment: I like the carpet imagery]
The clouds were passing overhead, billowing in the wind. In the distance the mountains pushed their way manfully through the misty dusk. p582
Leaving at Lake Norman Medical Center - downstairs waiting room - on the trolley.
