Julia

“Sometimes it was mild elation. Often it was a pleasant melancholy.”
― William Finnegan, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life

“There was a joy of life in him and a kind of tenderness untainted by the merely gentle.” When I read that line, written by James Salter, many years later, I thought of Glenn.”
― William Finnegan, Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life

“But Louisa and I went all over the Cape with him,” I sputtered. “He took us on his errands and out to the dump and out to the Truro woods. Tony was the Cape Cod Vampire? Our Tony? A serial killer?” My words were tumbling out of me. “Yeah, so what?” she said, again reaching for her gin. “He didn’t kill you, did he?”
― Liza Rodman, The Babysitter: My Summers with a Serial Killer

“Instead, I began to cook. Mostly the kind of food you could crawl into and that required sleeping off. The kind you’d order on death row.”
― Michelle Zauner, Crying in H Mart