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240 pages, Hardcover
First published April 22, 2014
“[Wes] felt as though he were diving headfirst into happiness. It was a circus act, a perilous one. Happiness was a narrow tank. You had to make sure you cleared the lip.”
Some Terpichore suggests that “real” love is possible even with respect to a deeply flawed person.
The narrator in Juliet, upon learning of an unknown woman’s murder, oddly hopes that the victim at least knew the murderer. It must be psychically comfortable to ascribe another person’s very bad luck to something other than very bad luck.
Reading Hungry, in which a girl is whisked away from her dying father for the sake of a summertime in hot pursuit of temporary comfort (“at the country club, the dinner club, the miniature-golf-course snack bar, the popcorn stand at the shopping mall, the tea room at Younkers, every buffet”), you get a sense of how normal it is to run away instead of toward.
And then in The House of Two Three-Legged Dogs, there is the father wanting total strangers to absolve him—because strangers are "the only ones who ever can."