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(Three friends of Grandmother imagined as three fairies from Sleeping Beauty)

They had all moved into the Crescend (?) within a few years of each other in the 50s and here they were, families raised and husbands buried. Their lives moving in sync: morning masses in Colaster (?) church and the exciting of Saturdays late lake show and Sunday roasts shared with disappointing children and glowing grandchildren

A tiny woman filled to the brim with mischief and gossip

Some musty old macaroon bar perhaps which Peg will have to it to prove she wasn’t a brat or some devil (?) sent to break Granny’s heart, an organ that Peg had difficulty imagining.

Irish, dry humour, beautiful narration (audiobook). Let’s go :)

It’s so stressful here. You have to be so angry to survive here, you live off anger, it’s too much

Oh, a thriller :)

I thought he was the most beautiful man in the world. He thought so too

They were all enamoured with the idea of progress and believed that whatever was new must be superior to what was old. As if merit was a function of chronology!

Complete charlatan, of course. For all the grand intellectual manner and the dark, penetrating stare, he hasn’t an original thought in his head. All his ideas are second-hand

Now we are talking!.. :)

An experiment?
Minotaur‘s labyrinth?
Ok, intrigued

Hm. Am lost

Как-то что-то ни о чем… не вслушаться. Но голос клёвый :)

Mmm, puzzled. Not mythology…

Starting as I like - no idea about the plot and all, just know that people love it (and that it’s a Greek mythology retelling)

This next part is for Grandma who likes speed and laughing. She likes stories to be fast and troublesome and funny, and life too. She doesn’t like hauling epic things around.

I said I’d stay quiet about the driving for 200 bucks. Grandma said 150 and I said deal because Grandma only lives off Grandpa‘s pension.

Bouncer lover (hired for height and color, hating his job and being worried about having to lay hands on anyone)

Bouncer lover

Wow

Sweetheartchen

We had all been fighting hard. Momo most of all. But we lost… But the doctors weren’t fighting hard. They were clueless. Don’t make them deal with mental illness. I don’t have a clue. They don’t listen! Read Virginia Woolf instead.

I told Grandma I was having a nervous breakdown. Tell me what’s on your mind, said Grandma. I told Grandma I was scared she was going to die and that Mam was insane and would kill herself and that Gord would die and Dad would be killed by fascists and never come home and I’ll be alone forever, and then Jay Gatsby would take the house from me and then I’d die from hunger or from being killed by cops.

I texted her that Grandma and I were basically under arrest and we hadn’t even gone through security yet. She texted back “lol” and hearts

She said what makes a tragedy bearable _and_ unbearable is the same thing – which is that life goes on.

She said “oh fuck off with your happiness” during Keg commercials and three popcorn at the TV which I picked up and three into the air and caught in my mouth every time

When she was totally naked she curtsies, and then the soldier blew her kisses and clapped and they waved goodbye. Mum said, oh my God that is INSANE! I thought so too but not in the way the two of them thought it was but in the way you go to a locked-up hospital with guards.

Grandma says that when Mom goes scorched earth our only hope for survival is to take cover in a different room and wait for it to blow over.

(How has reading about cool grandmas (different book read in parallel) become so much more enjoyable than reading about cool (?) 20yo’s?..)