Christine

“The sensation, then, not so much of being misunderstood as being understood too well at one time and then never again.”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites

“That was Ruby. A Technicolor girl in a black-and-white world.”
― Stephen Spotswood, Murder Under Her Skin

“How many times had he thought, "I want to be just like him"? The way he'd told Gaspar while they rode in the car, you always have to respectful with girls, even if you're not interested in them. The way, after he got mad about something and raised his voice and shouted, he always gave into a joke and laughed and shook his head.

The twins were going to forget him, they would miss out: the permission to do their homework on the patio, the races down the dirt road, the grilled fish at the beach, the What you wrote is really good, that teacher must be kind of dumb, she doesn't have to understand everything, but it's a shame she didn't understand this because it's so well written, and long! and the words you use!

They were going to miss out on having him always accept them even when they messed up, even if they had ridiculous mental emotional psychiatric problems, they'd miss out on knowing there was someone who would never abandon them, would never back down, could beat their heads against the wall until they broke their heads and the wall, and he would be right behind them, arms crossed, saying, Well then, shall we start by fixing your skull, your anger, or the bricks? you choose?”
― Mariana Enríquez, Our Share of Night

“To be misunderstood is one thing, but the curious hostility of a sibling's approach lies less in what they miss than in the strange backdated nature of the things they choose to know. A person can be thirty, thirty-five, and yet still largely described by her sisters in terms of things which happened to be true at the age of seventeen.”
― Julia Armfield, Private Rites