She reminded me of a woman lying down in snow. Just lying down for a little while, she was so tired. Sheâd been walking so long, she just wanted to rest, and it wasnât as cold as she thought. She was so sleepy. It was the surrender she wanted. To stop fighting the storm and the enveloping night, to lie down in whiteness and sleep. I understood.
White Oleander (Janet Fitch)




















