Sarah Addison Allen
Sarah Addison Allen
Sarah Addison Allenis an American author. She grew up in Asheville, North Carolina and attended the University of North Carolina at Asheville, where she graduated with a degree in literature. In early 2011 Allen was diagnosed with breast cancer and completed a round of chemotherapy by October of the same year...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
CountryUnited States of America
would-be ifs
If they just carried on like always, everything would be ok.
father adults trouble
Her life was monotonous, but it kept her out of trouble. . . . This, her father would say, was called being an adult.
daughter book cat
Books can be possessive, can't they? You're walking around in a bookstore and a certain one will jump out at you, like it had moved there on its own, just to get your attention. Sometimes what's inside will change your life, but sometimes you don't even have to read it. Sometimes it's a comfort just to have a book around. Many of these books haven't even had their spines cracked. 'Why do you buy books you don't even read?' our daughter asks us. That's like asking someone who lives alone why they bought a cat. For company, of course.
growing-up teenager luxury
When you're a teenager, your friends are your life. When you grow up, friendships seem to get pushed further and further back, until it seems like a luxury, a frivolity, like a bubble bath.
fate past promise
Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.
regret teenager moving
Your peers when you're a teenager will always be the keepers of your embarrassment and regret. It was one of life's great injustices, that you can move on and be accomplished and happy, but the moment you see someone from high school you immediately become the person you were then, not the person you are now.
moving home moon
I just don't know where home is. There's this promise of happiness out there. I know it. I even feel it sometimes. But it's like chasing the moon - just when I think I have it, it disappears into the horizon. I grieve and try to move on, but then the damn thing comes back the next night, giving me hope of catching it all over again.
good-morning sweet good-day
The next morning dawned bright and sweet, like ribbon candy.
sunshine feel-good breakfast
It was like the way you wanted sunshine on Saturdays, or pancakes for breakfast. They just made you feel good.
southern tears peaches
She was so Southern that she cried tears that came straight from the Mississippi, and she always smelled faintly of cottonwood and peaches.
freedom needed
I needed to stop being what everyone thought I was.
kissing thinking heaven
I think Heaven will be like a first kiss.
autumn fruit aging
She looked like autumn, when leaves turned and fruit ripened.
light steps youth
Adolescence is like having only enough light to see the step directly in front of you.