Normal People

by Sally Rooney

That’s money, the substance that makes the world real. There’s something so corrupt and sexy about it.

Of course it is. The whole idea of ‘meritocracy’ or whatever, it’s evil, you know I think that. But what are we supposed to do, give back the scholarship money? I don’t see what that achieves.

He had just wanted to be normal, to conceal the parts of himself that he found shameful and confusing. It was Marianne who had shown him other things were possible. Life was different after that; maybe he had never understood how different it was. The night of the funeral he and Helen lay