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“There were crooked photos on the wall of Della Lee as a child, with dark hair and eyes. Josey wondered when she started dyeing her hair blond. In one photo she was standing on top of a jungle gym. In another she was diving into the public pool from the high dive. She looked like she was daring the world to hurt her. Della Lee's bedroom at the end of the hall looked like something out of Josey's teenage dreams. Back then Josey had politely asked her mother if she could hang a poster or two, if she could have some colorful curtains or a bedspread with hearts on it. Her mother had responded with disappointment. Why would Josey ask for something else, as if what she had wasn't good enough? The heavy oak bed, the antique desk and the sueded chaise in Josey's room were all Very Nice Things. Josey obviously did not appreciate Very Nice Things. The walls in Della Lee's room were painted purple and there were sheet lavender curtains on the single window. A poster of a white Himalayan cat was taped on one wall, along with some pages torn out of fashion magazines. There was a white mirrored dresser that had makeup tubes and bottles littered across the surface. Some tote bags with names of cosmetic companies, like department store gifts with purchase, were stashed in the corner near the dresser.”

Quote by Sarah Addison Allen

Work

The Sugar Queen

In this engaging story, readers are taken on a journey through the lives of the residents of a small town, where the annual Sugar Queen contest serves as a backdrop for a series of interconnected narratives. The contest, which celebrates the town's sugar beet industry, brings together a diverse group of characters, each with their own dreams, desires, and secrets. As the contest unfolds, the characters' lives intertwine, revealing the undercurrents of ambition, love, and the human condition. more

Author

Sarah Addison Allen
Sarah Addison Allen

Sarah Addison Allen is an American author born in 1971. Her works are known for their fantasy and romance elements, which have won the hearts of readers. more

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