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Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction by Amy Bloom
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“Oh, it's very hard, "Clare says, sitting down slowly and not too close. "Oh, I miss him so much. I didn't know. I didn't know. I didn't know that I would be like this, that this is what happens when you love someone like that. I had no idea. No one says, There's no happy ending at all. No one says, If you could look ahead, you might want to stop now. I know, I know, I know I was lucky. I was luckier than anyone to have had what I had. I know now. I do, really.”
Amy Bloom, Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction
“Clare is good, spiky company, and she is the very best companion to have in a bad situation. Trouble brings out the cheer beneath her darkness, unlike everyday life, which tends to have the opposite effect”
Amy Bloom, Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction
“I met Jay Jonhson. I won him the way poor people occasionally win the lottery: Shameless perseverance and embarrassingly dumb luck, and every time I see one of those sly, toothless, beaten-down souls on TV holding a winning ticket, I think, Go, team.”
Amy Bloom, Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction
“William snorts and wakes up, his hair wild and waving like silver palm fronds. He looks like he might have had a bad dream, and Clare smiles to comfort him. He looks at her as if he's never seen her, or never seen her like this, which isn't so;he's seen her a hundred times just like this, seated across from him deep in thought,flinging her legs over the arm of the chair to get comfortable.
"Oh,here you are",he says.”
Amy Bloom, Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction
“And why is Saint Paula a Saint? She dumps her four kids at a convent. She runs off to Hajira with Saint Jerome. How is that a saint?
You’ve got shitty mothers all over America who would love to dump their kids and travel.”
Amy Bloom, Where the God of Love Hangs Out: Fiction