Possibly my favorite read this year. I do believe I have found my heroine in the form of Margaret Atwood. I love her perspective of the world and everything else in between.
This is extremely well written. With that said, here are some of my favorite lines from the book
"But some people can't tell where it hurts. They can't calm down. They can't ever stop howling."
"...we thrive on bones; without them there'd be no stories."
"When can I see you?
You're seeing me now."
"You shouldn't worship me."
"What is the real breathing of a man--- the breathing out or the breathing in?"
"Sometimes you don't like me very much.
I can't think about much else lately. But liking is different. Liking takes time. I don't have time to like you. I can't concentrate on it."
"Be thankful of small mercies."
"Everyone is everywhere nowadays."
"My heart lurched; yearning ran through me like a cramp."
"I'm quite capable of digging myself out."
I'm not senile. If I burn the house down it will be on purpose."
"I bet you had a secret life. I bet it kept you going."
"It smells like youth; it smells like heartbreak."
"He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever."
"Better a tree than a hunchback, dear."
"It must be the love. But you are young and pretty, you will have time to be sad later."
"When you're young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You're your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too--- leave them behind. You don't yet know about the habit they have, of coming back."
"The best way of keeping a secret is to pretend there isn't one."
"But in life, a tragedy is not one long scream. it includes everything that led up to it."
"Why does the mind do such things? Turn on us, rend us, dig the claws in. If you get hungry enough, they say, you start eating your own heart. Maybe it's much the same."
"But John does not love Mary, or not enough. Not enough to save her from emptying herself out like that, scribbling all over everyone in such red, red letters."
"In Heaven, what age will I be?"
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