Mark nodded. “And you should take Hugo. Get some sea air in his lungs. Get shat on by some seagulls.” “Bloody seagulls.” “Sandy beaches, open spaces. Who needs shit like that?” “Nobody,” I agreed. “Fucking nobody.” ― Sophia Soames, Skin and Bones The quote above is the only one I highlighted while reading. And it perfectly encapsulates why I adore Sophia Soames’s writing. This is the third Soames book I’ve read in the past six months, and the second one I have read this year. […]
You okay?” “I think so.” A more accurate response would have been clinically alive but dead inside, but that probably wasn’t appropriate with strangers.
Skin and Bones: London Love Book Three by Sophia Soames