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293 pages, Hardcover
First published April 25, 2017
We live in the same place, but never together.
He had the best qualities of an imaginary friend. He was patient, sympathetic, and understanding, silently sharing her things and spaces. He was never selfish or loud or bullying. He never even disagreed with her. He was just what she wanted, sometimes needed, him to be. So in that way, he was an ideal roommate.
Could you please withdraw orders to call me Sasha?
“You could see it in the picture if you looked carefully- she is strident, he is eager. She wanted to use him- his Indian-ness- to shock her parents’ system. He wanted to be part of the system he was supposed to shock.”
“Grandpa Harrison was predictably shocked and horrified that his daughter got pregnant by a brown-skinned young man with a presumably brown-skinned child when they weren’t even married.”
“Quinn kept her own hours, ate half the parsley in the greenhouse, rode her bike in circles inside the barn, and dressed like a gypsy.”
“Emma was an exotic head-turner with thick black hair down to her belly button; and Sasha, the most Indian in looks, was quietly the prettiest of all of them…”
“I kind of got all of it… She’d won the genetic jackpot. She’d inherited her dad’s smarts and grit, his merit as an outsider, his righteousness as a self-maker, his check mark in the diversity box.”
“Emma pulled a bunch of things and brought them to the dressing room. Sasha took a navy-blue-and- white-striped maxidress to humor her. ‘Does it come with a burqua?’ Mattie asked through the curtain.”
“People acted like Mattie was a ditz, but Dana made Mattie look like Albert Einstein. Dana used the calculator to add seven and two dollars. She posted pictures on Instagram of every semicool car that pulled up, preferably with some part of her dumb face barging into the frame.”
“She was the kind of pretty only someone as deep as him understood. He laughed at himself for this thought and continued to think it anyway, as though her loveliness was something he’d invented.”
“She’s your classic bratty East Hampton kid who hangs around Main Street wearing a lot of makeup and trying to spot celebrities.”
“She settled on a terrible rip-off of a terrible show involving a tanning bed and a lot of plastic surgery. It fit her need: she could watch people other than herself with loathing and bewilderment.”
"Their parents didn't deserve to be forgiven, and yet they would be. Where was the cure for that?"