Status Updates From On Sundays She Picked Flowers

Typo run-on

Oooooooooh so we’re dealing with a shapeshifter type of thing…??????? This is good so far

Is 1965, Jude was 41
In 1978, Jude is 54

Ok is that supposed to say “sighs” or “signs”? The former makes sense considering the flowery writing style, but logistically the latter makes more sense

1. I love that the house accepts her, along with the haints
2. The aspects of southern culture, and particularly southern Black culture, are reaaaaaaally hitting home. Specifically, the culture around discipline and respect

1. Her naming the house “Candle” still keeps with her finding her own light/life
2. Woooooow I actually just sobbed there I just want to give her the biggest hug

That whole top paragraph? Fck me dude I just wanna give her a hug

“Face down, arms pimples with gooseflesh, her chest tight and hot, Jude buried her face in the dirt and sobbed. Oh, how long it’d been since she’d cried!”
Oooooh idk why, but that got me. Some tears came out from that one wow

“…and anyway, didn’t she say not to be alone with Pappy?”
Holy shit or was it her grandfather?

I’m calling it: I think that their dad raped Ernestine, and Judith is the baby that resulted from that assault.
It would explain as to why Vivian thought she was born evil, and why Ernestine seemed to hate her so much. And there seems to be a hole around what the sisters’ dad did besides beating them when they were kids.

Ok so it’s a generational trauma situation. Their mom beat them, so they beat their children

Funny that it says she has a “rabbit’s heart” due to her fear in this moment, but I can make another connection. It’s ironic that she has a rabbit’s heart when rabbits are sometimes known for killing and eating their young. Yet, it’s Jude, the young, who has killed the mother

“The moon abandoned her and Jude relied on the flashlight to guide her way.”
I love this, bc she mentioned that on her childhood bedroom the moon would wash her in moonlight through the window. In the inn, only a sliver showed, and now there’s no moon at all. She has to make her own light; a metaphor for Jude finally making her own way in the world?

“Jude entered the verdant maw of the woods, past its bark teeth and down its mossy throat, down into its humid green bowels.”
The writing in here is so vivid and delicious oml