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“The ghosts only come out when it’s dark.” (c)
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They were wondrous and I was unafraid. Under the steady moon, the fog moving across the sky like a living thing, I watched for a long time, astonished by how lucky I was to have been chosen. How incredible it was to be there in that strange, incomprehensible place. (c)
A story of ghosts, twisted destinies, pain and growing out of your skin, fears and perceptions. Whoever had the privilege of watching ghosts frolic? Mila. Who has the born teacher's intuition and skills? Mila. Who's lucky? Well, that's not Mila, her life has been full of loss and pain and stilted development. She has no chance of getting back the things she's lost but maybe, just maybe there's something else to be found?
Rural scenery, relaxed interaction, new surroundings, Mila's memories of gaslighting, her struggle for self-acceptance and need to be accepted - all this background makes Mila's ghost-seeing excursions into the realm of the unseen even more fascinating.
Quite a lot of the philosophy/plot here felt a bit forced, made to fit this particular story, so it's 1 star off.
These kids have the most heart-rending life stories (as they get retold):
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“Once there was a girl who was raised without a father, until her mother fell in love with a wolf.” (c)
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“Once upon a time there was a boy and he was scared,” he said, talking fast. “He was scared because his mother turned into a monster. And he wanted to tell his dad about it, but his dad was a monster, too. So he hid for a long time. It was dark. No one found him and he fell asleep.” (c)
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“I was raised by wolves.” She turned to me and smiled.
“Funny,” I said, smiling back. “So was I.” (c)
Other:
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“I told him that after ... you returned to school and made honor roll, and continued to make it every semester. They were clearly looking for exceptional people, so I told them the truth: that you are exceptional, you are resilient, you are amazing.” (c)
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When you get scared in your chest and your stomach, you could try to invite what scares you in. Pay attention to it. Let it play back in your memory. I’m only now understanding it myself, but I think we have to face the things that scare us in order to move on from them. It might be the only way to stop being afraid. (c)
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The next time Blake’s friends came to drink and talk by the fire, I chose to stay away. I lay up the hill in my sleeping bag, with a novel and a flashlight. I was lost in the world of my book, so I didn’t notice when Blake went to bed, too drunk to socialize any longer. Didn’t notice when Peggy tried to stand but fell forward, rose again to find her sweater in flames. I didn’t see her tear off the sweater or hurl it away, into some brush. (c)