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

by Margaret Atwood

I had no faith in the wise choices of the Aunts: I feared that I would end up married to a goat on fire.

“She really is dying,” Shunammite whispered. “That’s what her condition is. It’s dying!”

thats why u have no friends sis lolll

think of them as the secret histories of Gilead. All that festers is not gold, but it can be made profitable in non-monetary ways: knowledge is power, especially discreditable knowledge. I am not the first person to have recognized this, or to have capitalized on it when possible: every intelligence agency in the world has always known it.

I was the age at which parents suddenly transform from people who know everything into people who know nothing.

Ok Margaret

Who are you, my reader? And when are you? Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps fifty years from now, perhaps never.

Bitch pleaseeee

Someone in Gilead—someone with access to our security personnel deployments—must have been informing the Underground Femaleroad.

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Oftucker

Loll

“No relation,” he said. “You were placed with them for safekeeping when you were a baby.”

Cuz shes nicoleeeee am i right. Plz say im wrong aha

Elijah looked down at the floor again. Then he looked straight at me. “You are Baby Nicole.”

Like omg no way

Baby Nicole

Lol

“You are not unique in the universe. No one has an easy time in life. But maybe God has effed up—as you put it—your life for a reason.”

Lol ouch