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This was a re-read. Still fantastic.
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"We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between the stories." pg. 57
"How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all." pg. 146
"My God. Who Art in the Kingdom of Heaven, which is within.
I wish you would tell me Your Name, the real one I mean. But You will do as well as anything.
I wish I knew what You were up to. But whatever it is, help me to get through, please. Though ma ...more
"We were the people who were not in the papers. We lived in the blank white spaces at the edges of print. It gave us more freedom.
We lived in the gaps between the stories." pg. 57
"How easy it is to invent a humanity, for anyone at all." pg. 146
"My God. Who Art in the Kingdom of Heaven, which is within.
I wish you would tell me Your Name, the real one I mean. But You will do as well as anything.
I wish I knew what You were up to. But whatever it is, help me to get through, please. Though ma ...more
Re-read this for book group.
(page 8) "The bell that measures time is ringing. Time here is measured by bells, as once in the nunneries. As in a nunnery too, there are few mirrors.
"I get up out of the chair, advance my feet into the sunlight, in their red shoes, flat-heeled to save the spine and not for dancing. The red gloves are lying on the bed. I pick them up, pull them onto my hands, finger by finger. Everything except the wings around my face is red: the color of blood, which defines us. Th ...more
(page 8) "The bell that measures time is ringing. Time here is measured by bells, as once in the nunneries. As in a nunnery too, there are few mirrors.
"I get up out of the chair, advance my feet into the sunlight, in their red shoes, flat-heeled to save the spine and not for dancing. The red gloves are lying on the bed. I pick them up, pull them onto my hands, finger by finger. Everything except the wings around my face is red: the color of blood, which defines us. Th ...more
Chilling and enraging and way too relevant to today's world for my liking.
Atwood's classic reminds us all of how quickly rights can be lost if no one is looking. ...more
Atwood's classic reminds us all of how quickly rights can be lost if no one is looking. ...more
Nov 19, 2007
J
marked it as to-read
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Lauren
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it was amazing
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