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Jesus. how rude! — “Ansel, with his strange monster face…”

I can’t tell if Lavender is indecisive or anxious. There’s almost nothing about her being afraid. I’m still trying to figure what’s going on in her head.

I would’ve loved examples here. — “…cried for the things she had wanted..”

I see what the author is doing, but a three-year-old picking up a dead animal is not weird. You have to remember that this human has only existed for three years; They can barely sort objects by shapes. — “…a chipmunk with no head…”

i’m still working out what this means. — “The moon of his face, revealing its cratered underside.”

I’ve run after my three year old in a grocery store. boys are ridiculously energetic all day, everyday. This should not be a surprise.. — “But this was different. He had never gone alone beyond the edge of the field…”

I was already going along before this sledge hammer. — “…shape of those bruises, Julie. Like fingers.”

funny story: I didn’t realize how chubby my eight month old son was until about two years later, looking back at the pictures. I think—especially with your first—you have no frame of reference. But that happens all the time, doesn’t it? It’s only a year later that you realize where you were.

you know what’s funny? The earliest babies can sit up “on their own” is six months. what a weird detail to get wrong, right?

Wouldn’t it be funny if Ansel and Lavender were the same person?

God forbid I read even one book in my lifetime where the mother has a healthy relationship with her baby. — “…a love so consuming, it felt more like panic. The sensation was…”

lol. gardening shears to cut the umbilical cord.

so we’re in second person; what could be the twist? unreliable narrator, obviously. what assumptions is the author reinforcing?

lol. — “Shawna belongs to you.”

Y’all remember Tavon White in Baltimore who impregnated four guards?

okay, take it easy. I haven’t even started the book yet. — “ epigraph: I AM AWAKE IN THE PLACE WHERE WOMEN DIE“

Alright, it’s time to pause Dickens and get ready for the intensity of a contemporary crime novel.

I’m reading about a play called, “She’s Got Harlem on Her Mind,” by Timothy Johnson, and I look at this book and wonder what we’re doing here.

No, not ok.

Dickens would have written this melodrama better.

Lol. My melodrama guess was right.

Louisa needs some self-care and feminism. Josh needs to go away and never return.

Friend Lily is horrible to other women. Gross

What is this random queerbaiting?

God, the more Sam talks the more therapy they both need. It would be best if stories didn’t make this toxicity sound romantic. Didn’t Ibsen teach us anything?

Lol. Louisa admires his broad shoulders and pretty face and says “I can’t bare it if he leaves me.” God forbid Louisa gets an uggo.

Lol. What achievement? “All your achievements”

Time for 2x speed…

Can I just say that families don’t have to be rich to be this miserable? We don’t have anything else to compare it besides Loisas’s warm and friendly family.

Louisa needs some CBT.