Sharp Objects

by Gillian Flynn

“I can’t comment.” I was feeling spiteful.

this made me giggle

A town so suffocating and small, you tripped over people you hated every day. People who knew things about you. It’s the kind of place that leaves a mark.

nostalgia

His voice always tickled when he used it, as if the word itself was blushing.

this is really nice writing.