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327 pages, Hardcover
First published September 15, 2020
"Three little girls all eating things they weren’t supposed to eat. Three little girls all eating things in order to fill their bodies with something other than the anger, the rage, that would otherwise consume them."
"I think you’ve had a tremendous loss. And grief manifests itself in unpredictable ways."
"She felt like her hands didn’t belong to her, like her skin didn’t belong to her. Like the only thing real and true in her body was the anger."
"She imagined the paper re-forming in her belly. She imagined the words dissolving off the paper and sinking into her bloodstream. She imagined her body filled with words. Made up of them. Words instead of blood, words instead of organs."
"She leaned into it gratefully, letting it fill her, letting it wash over her in a warm embrace. With it, she was not alone. She was never alone. She let it carry her into darkness."
“Three little girls all eating things they weren’t supposed to eat. Three little girls all eating things in order to fill their bodies with something other than the anger, the rage, that would otherwise consume them.”
” These old towns all have histories. Some of them are darker than others.”
“Agatha Christie?”
“Yeah. She’s great.”
“I could never get into her,” he said, shrugging. “It’s impossible to figure out who the murderer is.”
“That’s exactly why I like them. Once you get to the end, you realize that you should’ve known all along.”
There was a little girl
Who had a little curl
Right in the middle of her forehead.
And when she was good,
She was very, very good,
But when she was bad, she was horrid.
-A nursery rhyme adapted from
the poem, "There Was a Little Girl"
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
That was. I mean. I don’t even know what to say. I loved so much of it and disliked some of it. 🤣😂 Some creepy vibes, some really weird shit and some anger issues, which I liked because bullies can suck it!! The end.
Mel 🖤🐶🐺🐾
"There was a little girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid."
"Three little girls all eating they weren't supposed to eat. Three little girls all eating in order to fill their bodies with something other than the anger, the rage, that would otherwise consume them."
"Mom, I hate it here."
"I hate it here too, Jane."
"You be careful up there. In Bells Hollow. These old towns all have histories. Some of them are darker than others."
“She imagined the words dissolving off the paper and sinking into her bloodstream. She imagined her body filled with words. Made up of them. Words instead of blood, words instead of organs.”
“I think the important thing to realize, to try and remember, is that grief doesn’t have a rule book. You’re allowed to feel every emotion under the sun. You’re even allowed to invent new ones.”