Bird was a girl with secrets.
“How did you know,“ Summer would demand, and then decide: “It’s probably a coincidence.” “It’s not a coincidence,” Bird would say. “It’s just obvious. Your body just knows.” “But how do you know?” “How do you know a story is a good story or not?” asked Bird. “Like that. You know like that.” I just picked this up yesterday with the intention of just reading a page or two before going back to the book I was already reading, and I read several chapters and have been thinking about it every since. The prose is just gorgeous!