I have to admit, I couldn't get into this story at all. I loved her first story but she's gotten a bit...wordy, if you know what I mean. And you asked me about my lot, and they stirred in me, as even the driest leaf stirs, as petals and newspaper cuttings do, the whispering dead. Do people really think like that?

And I'm not big on this sort of, to me, over the top angst. That she then adds a sister who is used as a substitute (can a person really fall in and out of love like that?) only made it worse. It made Bodie seem either shallow or callous.