This blog title was not my own invention.
I actually borrowed it. That’s what all good authors do, after all. They borrow and steal and hide the bits of dialogue and description away, hoarding them until the time is right, and then they release them and pretend that they are of their own mind, when in fact, all they had to do was take it.
I did not expect that whole thing to happen.
But it is from a book. The book is The Sound of Your Voice Only Really Far Away by Frances O’Roark Dowell. Middle grade. Contemporary. The third and final book in “The Secret Language of Girls” trilogy.
There’s this bit at the end that really struck me. I can’t find the exact quote, so I’ll do it from memory.
The main character, Kate, plays guitar. She’s writing a song. One of the lines says, “free as a girl with wings.” I thought this sounded so beautiful and creative.
Unfortunately, it has nothing to do with books. Oh, well. :)
Free As a Girl With Wings 