this was a reread and there was a lot i didn't remember. i found it disorienting some of the disconnect between the story in this book and the story involving the same characters in anywhere but here. for one, Ann is now Mayan (something not even hinted at in the first book). also, the end of the first book indicates that Ann doesn't have the same struggles with money and success that her mother has, but it's apparent in the lost father that she does indeed have those same struggles. it is a slow read and it takes forever for Mayan to find her father. it's a bit of a letdown (which we knew it would be, i guess) when she finally does, as he wasn't even that hidden.
quotes to remember:
"Absence has qualities, properties all its own, but no voice." (following this is a musing on the color of his absence which is interesting...what is the color of various emotions?)
"Is it a fortunate or an unfortunate thing, to own a life that makes you believe in the invisible? I still don't know. Faith can come to a person slowly, like a gradual climb up a long stairs, or it can be heady and dizzying."
"We all own many existences besides the material one we are occupying now. But what I am talking about is not reincarnation. Because each version of ourselves, each possible manifestation, lives around us, like a circle of our own children, apparent to those who know us best."
"Our regular life looked different after we'd left even for a day. Walls grew up around it. Even daily life requires our allegiance in order to include us."
"If you are here you will stay slowly. Time is not for you until the end."
"Time for both my parents was a private thing they carried with them in hidden pockets."
"I'd known houses choked with hand-touched things. One tablecloth wouldn't be this mother's only legacy. People repeated themselves. There were few true quirks in character."
"It took years to understand that I was not the same as my grandmother or my mohter, that we were each marked at birth, as with a fingerprint on our soul and our faces, and that our lives, close as they were once in that white house, would move in solitary ways."
"I had veered off, out of the procession, and all of time had this quality of precarious lightness, subject to tilting over into another life altogether."