The Sequel (The Book Series, #2)

by Jean Hanff Korelitz

to make sentences, string narratives, construct characters, and pin the wriggling novel to that filthy mat?

this vicious fiction an affront to her very factual suffering.

“Hello?” she said, good manners and plain suspicion fighting for the upper hand.

The upspeak, that lamentable habit of women everywhere who preferred to sound as if they had no idea what they were talking about,

Anna put her blistered hand against her head where it had hit the bedpost, pressing it hard against the skin, trying to get to the information on the other side.

human wraith, human wrath, but still human

Over a good bottle of chardonnay and the first asparagus of the year,

The more she considered it, the more she understood that she’d been making fiction far longer than she’d been writing it, and fiction had taken her far from where she’d begun.