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343 pages, Hardcover
First published November 6, 2012
“If you could control it [the change] completely, would you ever choose to be a wolf again?”
“No,” he said.
“You’d be ordinary? Instead of extraordinary, which is what you are?”
“I think anyone who isn’t ordinary wishes he was,” he said quietly. “No matter what makes him different, he wants to be the same as everyone else.”
"You would not have believed there could be so many variations on the same basic color, from the regal emerald of the firs to the shy lime of the willows. And when the flowering trees are in bloom, as they are now, it's like a Seurat painting, pointillist clusters of brilliant color stretching across the woven canvas of branch and sky."An insight:
"I learned to not care if I made people mad or hurt their feelings when I did something didn't want me to do. I learned that I could ignore what they said, and the world wouldn't end, as long as I didn't mind if they were upset. My sisters call this my stubborn streak. I call it a survival skill."Oh, yes, and a nice romance as well. Brody's a lovely man, and it's nice to see some wooing in romance, some patience and healthiness rather than brooding, tortured souls in antagonistic relationships all the time, not that those don't have their place, LOL. But if anyone's talented enough to write the "ordinary," it's Shinn.
"Sit down, sit down," Ann says, still acting as hostess. "Brody, would you like some cookies? They're just store-bought, but they're pretty good."
"No, no dessert, thanks. Unless you have pie," Brody says, sinking to a seat. The rest of us arrange ourselves around the table though no one actually relaxes. I have the notion that William has gone into some kind of feral high alert, like a hare trying to oustmart a wolf. Brody, who is leaning casually against his chair back, is clearly still sorting through his memories, looking for a match. Ann is bouncing around like a child who's eaten too much candy, and I'm as tense as a violin string. If you ran a finger across my forearm, you'd wake a low G.