Once upon a time…
"The summer I was eight years old, five hours disappeared from my life."
or
"3 May. Bistritz - Left Munich at 8.35 p.m. on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6.46, but train was an hour late."
I really only have love for two books in my life. And they are truely precious.
What about the last lines.. oh this is so beautiful, I'm only at the 41th page because I'm scared to read, but this book is freakin poetic all the way:
"Already he knows her sweetness and loving care; later on he will understand how some men so loved her, that they did dare much for her sake."