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“Why can't I write something that would awake the dead? That pursuit is what burns most deeply.”
― Just Kids
― Just Kids
“I plucked one feather from my hood and left it on his forehead, for, his, head.
For a souvenir, for a warning, for a lick of night in the morning.
For a little break in the mourning.”
― Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
For a souvenir, for a warning, for a lick of night in the morning.
For a little break in the mourning.”
― Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
“Ghosts do not haunt, they regress. Just as when you need to go to sleep you think of trees or lawns, you are taking instant symbolic refuge in a ready-made iconography of early safety and satisfaction. That exact place is where ghosts go.”
― Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
― Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
“No one expected me. Everything awaited me.”
― Just Kids
― Just Kids
“We will never fight again, our lovely, quick, template-ready arguments. Our delicate cross-stitch of bickers.
The house becomes a physical encyclopedia of no-longer hers, which shocks and shocks and is the principal difference between our house and a house where illness has worked away. Ill people, in their last day on Earth, do not leave notes stuck to bottles of red wine saying ‘OH NO YOU DON’T COCK-CHEEK’. She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.
She won’t ever use (make-up, turmeric, hairbrush, thesaurus).
She will never finish (Patricia Highsmith novel, peanut butter, lip balm).
And I will never shop for green Virago Classics for her birthday.
I will stop finding her hairs.
I will stop hearing her breathing.”
― Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
The house becomes a physical encyclopedia of no-longer hers, which shocks and shocks and is the principal difference between our house and a house where illness has worked away. Ill people, in their last day on Earth, do not leave notes stuck to bottles of red wine saying ‘OH NO YOU DON’T COCK-CHEEK’. She was not busy dying, and there is no detritus of care, she was simply busy living, and then she was gone.
She won’t ever use (make-up, turmeric, hairbrush, thesaurus).
She will never finish (Patricia Highsmith novel, peanut butter, lip balm).
And I will never shop for green Virago Classics for her birthday.
I will stop finding her hairs.
I will stop hearing her breathing.”
― Grief Is the Thing with Feathers
Laïla’s 2025 Year in Books
Take a look at Laïla’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
191 books
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8 friends
6 books
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3 friends
535 books
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21 friends
122 books
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5 friends
Favorite Genres
Adult Fiction, Art, Classics, Fantasy, Fiction, Mystery, Non-fiction, Philosophy, Poetry, Psychology, Science, Self help, Suspense, Travel, and Young-adult
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