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Dumpster Puppy is a pessimist. That means someone who knows how things are.
“Why would I get scared?” “Your mom … she can be a little unstable.”
Sometimes I go to look at them. I don’t go in. I’m just making sure no ghosts linger there.
I buried my old self at Sundial. We need to leave parts of Callie here, too.
I tell myself that this is my way of keeping my razor-tongued sister near me, in my head.
I know she’s your mom but she’s not normal. You know what we found in her office.
We know that Mom sometimes buys contact lens solution, even though neither she nor Dad wears contacts.
Falcon throws a handful of something powdery in the fire. We’ve never been able to make him tell us what it is. But it makes the fire leap up in sparks that drift slowly down around us in the night air, golden. For a moment, they do look exactly like little bobbing lights, borne on wings. Then they sink back into the flames.
are they Native American, bc this sounds very much like that, but then mom is described with blonde hair so I'm confused
It’s possible to feel the horror of something and to accept it all at the same time. How else could we cope with being alive?
I see, then, that there are two red holes where its eyes should be.
Kids are mirrors, reflecting back everything that happens to them. You’ve got to make sure they’re surrounded by good things.
We’ll have to keep protecting her as long as she lives.