Borne (Borne, #1)

by Jeff VanderMeer

Three dead astronauts had fallen to Earth and been planted like tulips, buried to their rib cages, then flopped over in their suits, faceplates cracked open and curled into the dirt.

Vivid description, and a hint to the next novel.

I’d been teaching him the whole time, with every last little thing I did, even when I didn’t realize I was teaching him. With every last little thing I did, not just those things I tried to teach him. Every moment I had been teaching him, and how I wanted now to take back some of those moments. How I wanted now not to have snuck into Wick’s apartment. How I wished I had been a better person.

Kids are always watching us, learning from us.