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245 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 3, 2020
‘‘I hate male cowardice and the way they always have each other’s backs. They have no control. They justify everything their dicks make them do. And they get away with it. Nearly every time.’
‘I love these geese. They make my chest tight and full and help me believe that things will be all right again, that I will pass through this time as I have passed through other times, that the vast and threatening black ahead of me is a mere specter, that life is lighter and more playful than I’m giving it credit for.’
“I don’t write because I think I have something to say. I write because if I don’t, everything feels even worse.”
“[I] think about how you get trained early on as a woman to perceive how others are perceiving you, at the great expense of what you yourself are feeling about them. Sometimes you mix the two up in a terrible tangle that’s hard to unravel.”
“I have a problem with that sometimes, getting attached. Other people’s families are a weakness of mine.”
“What I have had for the past six years, what has been constant and steady in my life is the novel I’ve been writing. This has been my home, the place I could always retreat to. The place I could sometimes even feel powerful, I tell them. The place where I am most myself.”
“It’s a particular kind of pleasure, of intimacy, loving a book with someone.”