The Testaments (The Handmaid's Tale, #2)

by Margaret Atwood

I have still never been on a swing. It remains one of my wishes.

It was only later that I pondered it: how could Job have allowed God to fob off a batch of new children on him and expect him to pretend that the dead ones no longer mattered?

I always made dough men, I never made dough women, because after they were baked I would eat them, and that made me feel I had a secret power over men.