• Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.

    Lionel Shriver: Built like an oak tree, against which I could pitch my pillow and read; mornings, I could curl into the crook of your branches.
    Lionel Shriver (2011). “We Need to Talk about Kevin”, p.36, Counterpoint Press