Summer (Seasonal Quartet, #4)

by Ali Smith

Sacha’s chest filled with the kind of warmth that once when she was really small she’d asked her mother about because it felt so nice and her mother’d said that’s your inner summer.

But why would anyone anyway ever eat any creature that has to be killed just so that someone can eat it, when there’s so much you can eat in the world without killing anything? The longer Sacha lives the more insane she realizes the species she belongs to is.

His brother’s memory, Cyril says, is what gets left after a fire has gutted you and everything in you has melted and changed its shape.