Little Fires Everywhere

by Celeste Ng

Holy freaking crap.

chenille

Beautiful description of the relationship.

Sounds about right for most people.

The beauty of trial and error.

where the players looked like miniatures, the kind you’d see on a train set.

she and her camera were alone again.

“When you get it back, can I have it?” he’d asked.

I can relate to this... I hate how much I can relate to this...

Symbolic meaning?

I admit that I wish I had done this more...

The narration’s omnipotent presence is sooo wonderful.

her bookbag lay crumpled on the floor like a shed skin

Izzy never bothered to hide her feelings,

😢😢😢😭😭😭

Trip and Pearl—that she could believe. She had seen Pearl watching Trip for months, like a mouse watching a cat, longing to be eaten.

Moody, who had always been the most thoughtful person in her family; Moody, who had always taken her side even if she chose not to take his advice. Moody, the person in her family she’d always trusted to see things more clearly than she could.

Lexie had lied; she’d used Pearl. Trip had taken advantage of her. Moody had betrayed her, on purpose. Her father was a baby stealer. And her mother: well, her mother had been at the root of it all.

Remember, Mia had said: Sometimes you need to scorch everything to the ground and start over. After the burning the soil is richer, and new things can grow. People are like that, too. They start over. They find a way.

THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!!!

Again...THAT IS WHAT YOU GET!!!

These are yours, the stack seemed to say, these are you. Do what you will with them.