Deep Cuts

by Holly Brickley

Instead of sleeping that night I revised my end of the conversation in my head over and over, a lifelong pastime I always rationalized as productive since the lessons could apply to future interactions, though that never seemed to happen.

I personally like to pretend the phrase “deep cut” has a totally different meaning, one that has nothing to do with anyone else’s opinion. How deep does it cut? How close to the bone? How long do you feel it?

Upon completing this book, I feel as though this book is my own personal deep cut, in book form. I absolutely loved this book and will be feeling it for quite awhile.

“I think songs gave me a window into a magical life,” I said. “Something bigger, or whatever, waiting out there. And I felt like the only way to get there was

through the songs. Like the songs, if I listened hard enough, would show me how to get it right.”

She stood up from the deep chair and I noticed she straightened her legs a bit slowly. How awful,

to get old. As if it wasn’t bad enough being young. At least our knees responded to our commands.

Honestly, how many different ways is it even possible for the same two people to break each other’s hearts?”