Sarah Hina
Sarah Hina writes fiction and poetry from her home in Athens Ohio, where she lives with her husband and two children. Her debut novel, Plum Blossoms in Paris (Medallion Press), was hailed by Booklist Reviews as "a terrific literary love letter to the City of Light." Her follow-up novel, Sarabande, is now available. For fun, she loves nothing more than photographing the southeastern Ohio landscapes and wildlife which are a daily inspiration to her life and work. You can connect with Sarah on Twitter at http://twitter.com/sarahhina or read more of her work on her blog: http://sarahhina.com.
“After all, I love him tremendously. When I am in his arms, nothing else matters.”
Sarah Hina
“How could you afford to buy me those shoes today?Flushed, he groans into my ear, "You made me.""I did not.""You made me love you.”
Sarah Hina
“It had hurt me that he hadn't looked back. I just didn't know it until now.”
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“I'm already starting to miss him -- us-- and I don't even know his name.”
Sarah Hina
“... You can't outrun your problems, Daisy. They'll be just be waiting for you when you come back.”
Sarah Hina
“I'm just trying to outrun a broken heart, which is nothing to sneeze at, for a broken heart breaks a person.”
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“When he told me he no longer loved me, I fell to my knees.”
Sarah Hina