More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
He tried to think of all the people in his life as chemicals, the uncertainty of mixing them together, the potential for explosions and scarring.
He would not ruin the evening before the evening had been ruined.
Was this how trauma worked? she wondered. Those closest to it remained dumbfounded by the fact that those who weren’t present could derive meaning from it?
He was, he decided without anyone else telling him, a writer.
The match crept closer to the soft pads of her fingertips until, just as she felt the kiss of the flame, she extinguished the match with her own breath.
“Whatever it is,” he answered, “I think you’ll be terrified when it happens. Don’t let that stop you.”
