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368 pages, Paperback
Expected publication September 15, 2026
Grief is a funny thing. You think you know it until you’re met with it. I thought I knew grief then. (...) Now I know grief is an ocean. You breathe it in, it fills your lungs, it drags you down. You can kick and struggle and you might get a breath of air but the grief, the ocean, it will overwhelm you. Eventually, you won’t know which way is up anymore. You’ll find yourself swimming deeper, thinking you’re fighting it when you’re just going further down. The weight of it, all that water, all that pain, will eventually crush you unless you learn to breathe underwater.
After his father’s death, Hamlett was drowning for a long, long time.
“Somewhere there is a Horatio who did these things. Somewhere there is a world in which I am a bad person. Is it this one?”
“I knew it even then.The narrator clarifies, quite early on, that this is a recounting of events. It’s implied that the events described in this story have already taken place. Yet, he slips into the present tense, describing it as something happening in the here and now. Seemingly forgetting that the future is set in stone, doomed to end in something horrifying. I found myself forgetting alongside him, which made it all the more jarring each time the narrator reminded himself and us of this doomed inevitability.
Now?
Then.”
“I see it now. I see all the things that have ever happened or ever will or ever could. I see all the ways things could’ve gone differently, and all the ways they couldn’t. All the knots I can’t untie. I am bound by time the same way it is bound to me.”
“There was still the fact that he loved us, both, in his way.
Perhaps he wasn’t just cruel. Perhaps he was simply human.
I think now that he was cruel. I think now that he was terrible. Yet, I love him. I loved him. He was everything I was not.
I loved him. I’m sorry.”
"Three is a magical number, I thought.
Triangles are magical shapes. We could be magic, if we wanted. I wanted."
“I liked the campus most in the early hours when everything was asleep and waiting to be woken up because I liked to think the world was waiting for me to arrive, as if I was special, as if I meant something, as if I wasn’t just a player in someone else’s play. I wanted to be the golden boy, center stage, which is to say I wanted to be Carson Hamlett, though I didn’t know it yet.”
“I couldn’t do this. (…) It would change me. I knew that much. (...) I would be someone else entirely. But then—wasn’t I already someone else entirely?”
“Did grief make him cruel, the way my father’s pain made him painful too?”
“ “You just have to do this for me, and then we’ll be unstoppable.”
Do this for me. I did so much just because of that phrase.”
“Like much of human history, people with power will kill to keep it and those without it will kill to gain it. A lot like money. It can do good, if shared. But no one will ever share it.”