trashy chic

Notable quotes concerning Blue Sargent part 1

-If Blue was to kiss her true love, he would die. (page 2, TRB)

-The top edges of her fingerless gloves were fraying; she’d done a bad job knitting them last year, but they had a certain trashy chic to them. (page 6, TRB)

-Blue didn’t reply. She wasn’t interested in telling other people’s futures. She was interested in going out and finding her own. (page 9, TRB)

-Blue took over the bathroom uncontested, where she gave most of her attention to her hair. Her dark hair was cut in a bob long enough to plausibly pull back but short enough that it required an assembly of clips to do so successfully. The end result was a spiky, uneven ponytail populated by escaped chunks and mismatched clips; it looked eccentric and unkept. Blue had worked hard to get it that way. (page 30, TRB)

-Blue wouldn’t really describe herself as a waitress. After all, she also taught penmanship to third graders, made wreaths for the society for Ladies of Perpetual Health, walked dogs that belonged to inhabitants of Henrietta’s poshest condo complex, and replaced bedding plants for the elderly ladies of their neighborhood. Really, being a waitress at Nino’s was the least of things she did. But the hours were flexible, it was the most legitimate-looking entry in her already bizarre resume, and it certainly paid the best. (page 57, TRB)

-The only thing was, she didn’t really want to see the future. what she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic than was in the world. (page 79, TRB)

- She wore heavy boots she’d found at the Goodwill (she’d attacked them with embroidery thread and a very sturdy needle) and a dress she’d made a few months earlier, constructed from several different layers of green fabric. (page 190, TRB)

- “No”, replied Blue. “But I can take a message.” This, she felt, had been her role in life so far. (page 356, TRB)

-After a few moments of fretting through Blue’s books, Maura rested her hands in her lap and looked around at Blue’s tiny room. It was lit to a dim green by the lamp on the nightstand. On the wall opposite the bed, Blue had pasted canvas trees decorated with collaged and found-paper leaves, and she’d glued dried flowers over the entirety of her closet door. Most of them still looked pretty good, but some of them were a little long in the tooth. Her ceiling fan was hung with colored feathers and lace. Blue had lived her the entire sixteen years of her life, and it looked like it. (page 376, TRB)

Bertie Mallowan has drifted away from hard news stories and into “fluff” features, the kind you find in the back of the newspaper. But when she gets the chance to interview Robert Bellingham. Two days after Bertie’s interview, Bellingham’s body is found on the floor of the foyer in the family mansion. Thanks to her interview, Bertie has inside information about the life and times of a rich and powerful murder victim and is thrust into a big story again.