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368 pages, Hardcover
First published September 16, 2014
"If a lot of people are responsible then nobody is responsible?" she says with sudden emotion. "Is that better? Is that easier? To think that nobody is responsible?"
She hadn't thought about that moment in years. Not because she forgot it, no. Because she buried it deep, the way you bury radioactive waste.
Just before supper, a valve in the sky opened for about ten minutes and a ton of water was dumped on the city. Water that should rightly have fallen somewhere else, stolen from the poor and given to the rich.
"People with a seamless view of the world are intimidating, even when they're full of shit."
" 'Yeah, right.' Liz was eating an apple. She finished it and opened her windows, and the noise of the highway roared into the car.
Sylvie lowered the binoculars. 'Hey!'
'It's an apple core.'
'Mom! It will attract mice to the side of the road.'
'Mice.'
'And the mice will attract eagles. And the eagles will get hit by cars.'
"Years ago, when things were so bad with Sylvie (until they settled into it, you might say), she contemplated going to a counsellor. What stopped her was knowing the way therapists operate. A therapist would set out to tear down the beautiful structure she had managed to build of her life, though given less than ideal materials That's what they do; it's their modus operandi. They strip away your ways of managing, ways that might be flawed and even duplicitous but are better than not managing at all."
"The longing she feels for Noah is studying as sharp as a knife - she could cry for how much she wants him. Her breasts are all in lumps because there are little sacs swollen with milk inside them like the seeds of a pomegranate. She can't bear to think of him seeing her. Noah is one thing, whole; he's like a tree that grew up in the shape it was supposed to have. And Sylvie... she's crooked and mangled and grafted together, someone who wants so badly not to be who she is that she is no one at all. And yet, if you'd asked her anytime in the past year, "Does Noah love you?" she would have said yes without a second thought."