"Opening the book makes him think of Hannah. Not because of something specific in the book itself but because he cannot do anything anymore without thinking of her. When he looks out a window, any window, he thinks of her: maybe she will suddenly magically appear. When he ties his cravat in the morning and stares into the looking glass, he thinks of her: would she approve? When he rides in his carriage he thinks of her, of how beautiful she looked the last time she rode with him (fatigued and distressed, yes, but with more grace and strength than any other woman he has ever known), and imagines what they would say to each other. When he rises in the morning, when he goes to sleep at night, when he is alone, when he is with others."
-The Devlin Diary
by Christi Phillips