“I crawled into my books and pulled the pages up over my head.(A Monstrous Regiment of Women)”
“I crawled into my book and pulled the pages over my head...”
“I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page”
“I pulled the oxygen tubes from my nostrils and raised the tube up over my head, handing it to Dad. I wanted it to be just me and just him.”
“Scooping up the dress, I slip it over my head, and as it cascades to the floor. I suck my stomach for all I'm worth. Forget staying in with a good book. This Cinderella is going to the ball.”
“The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.”