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“Hearts don’t start out frozen,” Cassandra said wisely. “Something happened to you.”
Mr. Severin gave her a slightly mocking glance. “How do you know so much about the heart?”
“I’ve read novels-” Cassandra began earnestly, and was disgruntled to hear his quiet laugh. “Many of them. You don’t think a person can learn things from reading novels?”
“Nothing that actually applies to life.” But the blue-green eyes contained a friendly sparkle, as if he found her charming.
“But life is what novels are about. A novel can contain more truth than a thousand newspaper articles or scientific papers. It can make you imagine, just for a little while, that you’re someone else- and then you understand more about people who are different from you.”
The way he listened to her was so very flattering, so careful and interested, as if he were collecting her words like flowers to be pressed in a book. “I stand corrected,” he said. “I see I’ll have to read one.”

Excerpt From Chasing Cassandra by Lisa Kleypas