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Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts by Kate Racculia
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“Having someone care about you makes you want to give a shit, especially if you’re having trouble caring about yourself.”
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“Don't cheat your friendships. Don't ask them to mean less to you than they do, or think they only have value if they're a stop on the way to a *real* relationship. All relationships are real. Friendship can be as deep as the ocean. It's all a kind of love, and love isn't any one kind of thing.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts
“Libraries had always made her feel like a kid, in a good way: secret and safe and taken care of, rocked to sleep in a cocoon of books.”
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“Maybe this was how adult friendships happened: by accident, embroidered over time, visible only from the height of years.”
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“Tomorrow you could be anyone. Imagine that.”
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“Yes,” said Lila under her breath. “I am aware I married a fortune cookie.” “In a cape,” said Dex. “Well done.”
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“Why don’t I become the person I’m looking for?”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“All humans are filing cabinets,” she said finally. “Some are just better organized than others.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“Elision was the best kind of lying. You didn’t even have to lie, just selectively tell.”
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“Her father thought Facebook was hilarious—“Six people liked what I had for breakfast. What a world!”—and her mother mostly used it to take personality quizzes. “Guess what?” she’d say, as though passing along hot intel. “If I were a Muppet, I’d be Gonzo.”
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“Huh,” said Dex. “Says here that Poe’s parents, both actors, met in a production of Lear.” Tuesday slurped her coffee. “The internet takes all the effort out of detecting, doesn’t it?” “His mom was great. Legitimately talented. His dad was . . . less great. Total piece of work.”
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“How rich we are in knowledge,
and in all that lies around us yet to learn.
Billionaires, all of us. —URSULA K. LE GUIN”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“Tuesday had introduced her to every season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, even the bad ones.”
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“I mean . . . do you?” she said. “Does anyone? I thought that was the first rule: trust no one.” “Should you be taking life advice from a poster in the basement of the FBI? On a television show?” Dex asked. “That poster said I want to believe.”
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“Performance, by comparison, had always felt more authentic. Performance was alive, so performance had to die. A piece or a song or a play was designed to last for only as long as it took to perform, to begin and end and echo in the mind. But he had to admit there was something noble, too, in the pursuit of permanence, and something beautiful and sad about how much art had been lost and forgotten by time.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“Look at me. Really look at me, please. I dare you to look at me and know me and love me.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks to Ghosts
“His brain was getting progressively more bloody maryed, and so was Tuesday’s. He suspected it was making them both become more themselves. Therein lay the danger.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“Isn’t that what growing up is? Shedding the fat and the fluff until you’re this sleek, perfect beast, entirely the you you were meant to be?”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“.” “So I walk into this karaoke bar, still eating my falafel,” Lila said. “It was so good, salty and rich, crispy and soft, like deep-fried freedom and truth and acceptance. It tasted like the known, owned self. It tasted like fuck you, patriarchy.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“You hold this book because of my friends, who are my family; and my family, who are my friends. It exists because I didn’t stop, and I didn’t stop because of the people I’m lucky to know and to love. You keep me safe and sane; you make my life rich. My beloved Bostonians: Laura Q. (my common-law Boston marriage) and Mike Messersmith, Jason and Karen Clarke,”
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“A strange stranger gave me—gave us—thirteen thousand dollars and told us to use our imaginations. To seek well: to be curious, to find what we can in the world, to be alive while we’re alive. I thought of that line in his obituary—” Lyle’s eyes glittered. “—​about regretting arriving at death’s doormat with full pockets. I felt he was saying—don’t hoard what you’ve been given, because you think it’s all you’re going to get. Be generous. And be generous now, because the future isn’t a destination. It’s an extension of how we choose to live today.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“Not the entire point,” said Lyle. “Otherwise, the only game humans would ever have invented would be the coin toss. Heads or tails. Win or lose. But instead we have chess and checkers. We have backgammon and craps and poker. We have Clue and Monopoly. We have Risk—we have Settlers of Catan, for Christ’s sake. We have Frogger. Myst. Halo. We have Jeopardy! and the freaking Match Game. You cannot convince me the point of Match Game is to win.” Lyle raised a beautiful dark eyebrow. “The point of a game is the experience of playing. The obstacles and the choices you make to get to the objective. The possibility of winning, the danger of loss, shapes the game. Risk and reward give the game suspense, a plot. But winning or losing is not the whole point.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“An actor. A light on a stage who could share infinite other lives for a moment with strangers, easing the sting of being so very finite indeed. This Dex was a reminder that he had lived long enough to have known other versions of himself, that the self he was now wasn’t permanent, or didn’t have to be; this Dex was many, and could become someone else still.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“She wrapped her hand around her mother's ankh and thought, Maybe. Maybe this was how the goggles worked. What if her mother was silver, heavy and cool on a cord against her chest - and part of the floor, and part of the air, in the world, always, in the details, in everything Dorry was and saw and did? And what if she'd been here all along, all this time, waiting for Dorry to learn to see her with something other than her eyes?”
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“Is anything,” asked Lyle, rocking back on her stool, “ever only one thing?”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“Come on,” said Lyle, shouldering a quatrefoil-splattered Louis Vuitton bag the size of a pumpkin, “we’re picking up lunch for everyone.”
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“Acknowledgments You hold this book in your hands ◆ because Bonnie Nadell and Austen Rachlis, no matter how many bananas drafts they read (and boy were they bananas), saw what this book could be, and helped me to see it too. Because Naomi Gibbs saw it and brought it fully into itself, and was a joy to work with, like everyone at Houghton Mifflin Harcourt: Larry Cooper, Chrissy Kurpeski, Liz Anderson, Michelle Triant, among others, who took my weird visions and made them manifest, and beautiful. And because Andrea Schulz, years ago, when she first heard about my day job, said, Oh, you should definitely write about that. Thank you, Kayla Rae Whitaker and Amber Sparks, for your words and your kindness. You hold this book because I lived in Boston for eleven years and worked in both fundraising and finance, and had a LOT to process. Thank you, MGH and the Prospect Research Team (2010–2014), especially Angie Morey. I loved the work, but I loved working with you all even more. You are an astounding group of human beings. Thank you, Michael and Deanna Sheridan, Wendy Price, Barry Abrams, Heather Heald, and Eddie Miller, for the years before MGH, the days of RFPs and BlackBerrys (those who know, know). I didn’t always love the work itself, but working with you was a gift, and it changed my life. Thank you, Grub Street, which I am thrilled to work for still; thank you to Michelle Hoover, Alison Murphy, and Chris Castellani, and to all the thoughtful, visionary, funny, and immensely talented writers and people in the Grub universe.”
Kate Racculia, Tuesday Mooney Talks To Ghosts
“alone with her self, traveling near and far through books, living in her mind, was what gave her the strength to go out and live in the real world.”
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“His mind was having trouble holding on to things. There was so much to see. To hear. The air was dense with distraction.”
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“Related Reading The Westing Game by Ellen Raskin The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern Mr. Penumbra’s 24-Hour Bookstore by Robin Sloan Meddling Kids by Edgar Cantero Lost and Wanted by Nell Freudenberger The Hotel Neversink by Adam O’Fallon Price The Eight by Katherine Neville An Unsuitable Job for a Woman by P. D. James The Bostonians by Henry James The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins”
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