"With sweet maple sugar candy she hoped to take the sugar gall of loneliness from our mouths, hearts, and minds. To her way of thinking, it was very obvious, we WERE still only children, though Chris needed to shave, and I needed to wear a bra... still children... and children she would keep us forever as the titles of the books she brought plainly indicated. Little men. I'd read that years ago. Fairy tales by the brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Anderson- we knew them by heart. And Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre again? Didn't she keep a list of what we'd already read? What we had?"
- Flowers in the Attic