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321 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 20, 2010
I choose Meltedy Spoon with the white all blobby on his handle when he leaned on the pan of boiling pasta by accident. Ma doesn’t like Meltedy Spoon but he’s my favorite because he’s not the same.And I have to tell you, it is annoying as fuck. In that sense, maybe the book is fairly true to the depiction of kids, because to be honest, a lot of kids are pretty damn annoying to me.
كل شيئ عند الاطفال له وزن ، له قيمة ، له فائدة
كُل شيئ مثلهم
طفل مليان حياة وحماساً
كلُّ شيئ يتحدث إليهم
Everybody's damaged by something
The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it's going to be the next minute
“When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I'm five I know everything.”Our Amazing Narrator, Jack, when he turned five he learns a shocking truth about his whole 5-years life..
“When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being pictures of real and Outside being totally real. Now I’m in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn’t real at all.”
“You know who you belong to, Jack?”
He’s wrong, actually, I belong to Ma.”
“All this reverential—I’m not a saint.” Ma’s voice is getting loud again. “I wish people would stop treating us like we’re the only ones who ever lived through something terrible. I’ve been finding stuff on the Internet you wouldn’t believe.”
“The world is always changing brightness and hotness and soundness, I never know how it’s going to be the next minute.”
"Want to go to Bed."
"They'll find us somewhere to sleep in a little while."
"You mean in Room?" Ma's pulled back, she's staring in my eyes.
"Yeah. I've seen the world and I'm tired now.”
“In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don't have jobs, so I don't know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well.
In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter all over the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there's only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit....”
“Also everywhere I'm looking at kids, adults mostly don't seem to like them, not even the parents do. They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can take a photo, but they don't want to actually play with them, they'd rather drink coffee talking to other adults. Sometimes there's a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn't even hear.”
“When I was four I thought everything in TV was just TV, then I was five and Ma unlied about lots of it being totally real. Now I'm in Outside but it turns out lots of it isn't real at all.”
“But the thing is, slavery’s not a new invention. And solitary confinement—did you know, in America we’ve got more than twenty-five thousand prisoners in isolation cells?”
“Ah, you asked why, Jack? Because there's a lot of crazies out there.”
I thought the crazies were in here in the Clinic getting helped.
“Stories are a different kind of true.”
“'... where there's one there's ten.'
That's crazy math.
“I bang my head on a faucet. “Careful.”
Why do persons only say that after the hurt?
“Everybody's damaged by something.”
��Really, a novel does not exist, does not happen, until readers pour their own lives into it.”