Libba Bray
Libba Bray
Libba Brayis an American writer of young adult novels including the Gemma Doyle Trilogy, Going Bovine, and The Diviners...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionYoung Adult Author
Date of Birth11 March 1964
CityMontgomery, AL
CountryUnited States of America
kissing men long
Hey,” the cabbie yelled. “How’s about a tip?” “You bet-ski,” Evie said, heading toward the old Victorian mansion, her long silk scarf trailing behind her. “Don’t kiss strange men in Penn Station.
laughing body littles
Dead bodies are such trouble,” Evie said with a little sigh, and Mabel had to turn her head away so as not to laugh.
doors people clubs
He took comfort in the neon signs, the wild strands of jazz creeping out of clubs whenever happy swells of people pushed through the doors in their finery.
mistake years miracle
Evie hadn’t always felt that way. For a year after James had died, she’d cupped his half-dollar pendant between her pressed palms and prayed fervently for a miracle, for a telegram that would say GOOD NEWS! IT WAS A TERRIBLE MISTAKE, AND PRIVATE JAMES XAVIER O’NEILL HAS BEEN FOUND, SAFE, IN A FARMHOUSE IN FRANCE. But no such telegram ever arrived, and whatever possible faith might have bloomed in Evie withered and died. Now she saw it as just another advertisement for a life that belonged to a previous generation and held no meaning for hers.
gossip wish may
The ladies pass the timee with gossip and hearsay. This is what they have in place of freedom- gime and gossip. Their lives are small and careful. I do not wish to live this way. I should like to make my mark. To venture opinions that may not be polite or even correct but are mine nonetheless. If I am to be hanged for anything, I should like to feel that I go to the gallows on my own strength.
dream stealing our-dreams
No one can steal our dream.
bows plus affected
Mawah meenon ne le plus poohlala," I say with an affected bow.
world changing-the-world
I change the world, the world changes me.
trying want bother
If you tell them what they want to hear, they don't bother to try to see.
girl art names
Please do not strain yourself, Miss Doyle. I won't have my girls going cross-eyed in the name of art.
beautiful horse scare
The face staring back at me isn't beautiful but she isn't something that would scare the horses, either.
done feels knows
I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.
magic
To each his own magic.
trying desperate not-sure
And now I understand that truth casts a spell of its own, one I'm not sure of how to hold on to, though I'm desperate to try.