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telling me how they could heal or hurt.
parsnip.
arthritis,
pigweed.
Wormseed,
milkweed,
pokeweed
always buzzing from the night before,
the world
the world
strawberries.
blackberries.
This the kind of world, Mama told me when I got my period when I was twelve, that makes fools of the living and saints of them once they dead. And devils them throughout.
spirit in everything,
make myself blind.
Leonie kill things.
Kayla is her most animal self, a worm-ridden cat in my arms.
Here, the animal coming out.
Al,
bookshelves on every wall. There is no TV.
“How do you like it? It’s good, right? I told you it was a good year.”
I hunched over my plate shoving spaghetti into my mouth, hardly chewing.
a dog barks. It’s a hacking sound, full of anger and sharp teeth. At the heart of it all: fear.
“No, she love you. She don’t know how to show it. And her love for herself and her love for Michael—well, it gets in the way. It confuse her.”
we got the same eyes.
“You ain’t never going to have that problem.”
couldn’t bear her being a ghost. Couldn’t take her sitting in the kitchen, invisible.
“But you won’t be no ghost, huh, Mam?”
“Can’t say for sure. But I don’t think so. I think that only happens when the dying’s bad.
Casper saying:
never saw the dead. Wanted it so bad after Given died—”
You said he said he wanted to go home.”
Richie stands
“So he went home?” Pop shakes his head.
Blue
Called him Blue because he was so dark he shined like a plum in the sun,
nothing would have happened to Blue for doing it if she hadn’t been the sergeant’s wife’s favorite.
Left her breathing bubbles.
“I found them,” Richie says.