“You can talk to your old dad about anything, you know. Except boys. And bras. And that Bieber fellow.”

“You sounded down on the phone yesterday. You can talk to your old dad about anything, you know. Except boys. And bras. And that Bieber fellow.—Dad”

“Don't hang on to old hurts. You can spend your years blaming God, blaming other people. But in the end it was a choice.”

“I see who I am reflected in your eyes. I know what you think about me. But what if I told you, you were wrong?”

“Can you tell me what happened?"Her lips thinned as she shook her head. "'Tis not a happy tale.""You have me reading a book about a girl who tries to kill an entire town. Anything else at this point would be a pick me up.”

“Any pub will do?”“McPherson’s, I think. One with music that will alter my life forever, give me eternal happiness, and make me see God. You know. One like that.”“So you need the magical sound of Ireland and some information about an Abbeyglen native. Francine”—Beckett’s eyes danced in the streaming sunlight—“I’m about to solve your every problem.” Beckett stood up and gave my hair a light tug. “Prepare to worship and adore me.”

“I'm about to as you a favor."And I'm about to tell you no.”