Sharp Objects

by Gillian Flynn

Every tragedy that happens in the world happens to my mother, and this more than anything about her turns my stomach.

He’s as smooth and shallow as glass.

my mother would not be distracted from her grief. To this day it remains a hobby.

I always feel sad for the girl that I was, because it never occurred to me that my mother might comfort me.

I truly felt bad that I’d upset my mother—it was more that I hated any debits in her column.

a beautiful girl can get away with anything if she plays nice.