„Well, it’s obvious,“ he said, „that you like to write. I mean, your head is always buried in that journal. And you always get A’s on your papers in English. I think it’s pretty obvious, Mia, that you’re a writer.“
And even though I had never really thought about it before, I realized Michael was right. I mean, I am always writing in this journal. And I do compose a lot of poetry and write a lot of notes and e-mails and stuff. I mean, I feel like I am always writing. I do it so much, I never even thought about it as being a talent. It’s just something I do all the time, like breathing. Seite 224
I’m home!!!!!!! I’m finally home!!!!!!
I cannot tell you how good it felt to look out the window of the airplane and see the bright lights of Manhattan below me. It brought tears to my eyes, knowing I was once again in the air space over my beloved city. Below me, I knew, cab drivers were running down little old ladies (unforunately not Grandmère), deli owners were shortchanging their customers, investment bankers were not cleaning up after their dogs, and peolpe all over town were having their dreams of becoming singers, actors, musicians, novelists, or dancers completely crushed by soulless producers, directors, agents, editors, and choreographers.
Yes, I was back in my beautiful New York. I was back home at last. Seite 81
– aus: Princess in waiting von Meg Cabot –(Bild via.)