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448 pages, Hardcover
First published May 3, 2022
“Yes, of course. It is always him they want to know about—the father, not the other mother.”
“What Jenry does know is that he doesn’t belong here, which is how he’s felt about almost every place he’s been. Call it the mark of illegitimacy. But somehow this campus feels different. He’s come here to find something; more specifically, to find someone, which alone gives his presence a purpose. He has come to find his father.”
“The loss of him fills her body, courses through her veins. And now, as her memories replay over and over, she can’t help but feel it all—the sadness, the loss, the love she had and perhaps still has for him—flowing into her limbs, making her skin twitch, her fingers ache, till it spills from her eyes as tears.”
"He wondered if time was a form of love, a way of dolling out affection in reasonable pieces, in parts small enough that you weren't aware of their size, and of what was slowly disappearing from your own form as you gave them away."
"She fingers a groove in the soft wood, wonders why time wears some things down, makes them softer, more malleable, yet other things like bones and brick--things that make up structures, that are designed to carry weight--become more brittle."
"His mother used to always say, I can recover from any death but my own, but he thinks now that it's the other way around: your own death is the easy one; what befalls the people you love most in the world, that is the most difficult thing to survive."