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Just like it was my fault last winter. I go over the mistake in my head a dozen times a day. How I was hiding in a closet upstairs at the Salinger house. How I had to pee but couldn’t leave. So I pissed in a mug—a ceramic mug—and I put the mug down on the hardwood floor of the closet. I ran when I had the chance, and there is no way around it: I forgot the mug.
What did I do? I murdered my ex-girlfriend Guinevere Beck. I buried her body in upstate New York and then pinned it on her therapist, Dr. Nicky Angevine. Before that, I strangled her friend Peach Salinger. I killed her less than five fucking miles from here, on a beach by her family’s house, and made it look
“So I was up all night at this divey bar whining to my friends about how I wanted a sign.” “A sign?” I ask. “You know,” she says. “A sign that it was okay to leave law school.” She honks at someone who tries to pass her. “And then we’re still fucked up, just walking it off, and it begins. The Towers, the hell, and the world goes insane, and my friends are like, holy shit. There’s your sign.”
She winces. “Don’t hate me, but it would be so great of you to do that in the bathroom,” she says. “This guy puked in my old bed once and the smell never really went away.” I’m gonna let that one slide. I promise to vomit in the toilet and she tells me to rest and take a cold shower if I can stand it. She says she’ll check on me in a little while when I’m not Sick Boy, the debilitated obligation upstairs.
you don’t need someone to come along and compliment your work, that someone who did that would, in fact, just be getting in the way.
truth. They were in the womb together. They remember the ’80s together. They were born together and they will take it to the grave together. Just the same, I step out of the shower. I text Forty: We need to talk.
this book is all revenge and murder. where is the stalk. where is the obsession. where is the you. where is the and and and . joe feels…,,…,different??
“I’m pregnant.” Did I hear that right? “Pregnant?” Yes, I heard that right. “Pregnant!” Now there is permanence between us and it means her forgiveness is whole. True. If she were afraid of me on any level, she would have run out of this room and never told me about the baby, our baby. And then it hits me. We’re gonna have a baby! We’re laughing and I’m kissing her belly and she’s telling me about taking the test—it’s early—and she had to come tell me in person and she’s glad she did.