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“Perhaps it was the weeks in the cage alone. Perhaps it was the lack of control. Perhaps it was the heat and the fire and the fear. Her instincts would have told her to go to water perhaps. I don't know. All I know is that she's done this thing that she's been too scared to do for all the years she's been here, sitting for endless hours at her beach. I am so proud of her, it swells in my throat and I find it difficult to swallow. All I can see is the back of her head, brown in the sun, splattered with water droplets and lagoon sludge, the slick pale tips of her ears and the dark tuft of her tail swishing through the water. Everything that I feel for her swells up too, unexpected and completely flooring. I'm absolutely wrecked, my body broken and my mind shattered. Is this love? I don't know. All I know is that I've never felt anything like this before in my life.”
― The Puma Years
― The Puma Years
“Environmental justice cannot be separated from social justice. The two are deeply intertwined.”
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“Leaving isn't a failure. Not if I choose to do something I'm proud of every day. And I'm so lucky to be able to choose.”
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“The jungle really seems to listen to everything. I've never felt so vulnerable. It won't stop listening, and I don't know how to tell it that I hate it.”
― The Puma Years
― The Puma Years
“In England, I used to feel like that canoe. As if I were swimming against something I couldn't fight. I was going round and round and everyone else I knew seemed to be OK with it. None of my friends were talking about the fucking loop we were all in, like those insane ants. I couldn't see how to get out. I couldn't see how to make it stop.”
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“In England, I used to feel like that canoe. As if I were swimming against something I couldn't fight. I was going round and round and everyone else I knew seemed to be OK with it. None of my friends were talking about the fucking loop we were all in, like those insane ants.”
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