Claire DeWitt and the City of the Dead (Claire DeWitt Mysteries #1)

by Sara Gran

We stood in the rain and tried living with what I’d just said.

“You do whatever you want,” I said. “I’m gonna go try to get an alcoholic in Congo Square to be my friend.”

Quicksand is a dangerous place to be. We will drown there if we can’t get out. But it tricks us. It tricks us into confusing it with safety. At first, it may seem like a solid place to stay. But slowly we’re sinking. You will never move forward. Never move back. In quicksand you will slowly sink until you drown. The deeper you let yourself sink, the harder it is to claw yourself out.