Tammy

Add friend
Sign in to Goodreads to learn more about Tammy.


Proust and the Sq...
Rate this book
Clear rating

 
Book cover for Everything I Know About Love
My face reddened and I felt the rising nausea of holding hot tears at the back of my throat. Farly squeezed my hand underneath the table twice, fast and hard. I knew what it meant. A universal, silent Morse code for I’m here, I love you. At ...more
Pete liked this
Loading...
Ottessa Moshfegh
“Sleep felt productive. Something was getting sorted out. I knew in my heart—this was, perhaps, the only thing my heart knew back then—that when I'd slept enough, I'd be okay. I'd be renewed, reborn. I would be a whole new person, every one of my cells regenerated enough times that the old cells were just distant, foggy memories. My past life would be but a dream, and I could start over without regrets, bolstered by the bliss and serenity that I would have accumulated in my year of rest and relaxation.”
Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

Emily Henry
“You're like gravity. Everything keeps spinning, but my mind's always got one hand on you.”
Emily Henry, Happy Place

Emily Henry
“No," he says quietly. "In every universe, it's you for me. Even if it's not me for you.”
Emily Henry, Happy Place

Ottessa Moshfegh
“Nothing seemed really real. Sleeping, waking, it all collided into one gray, monotonous plane ride through the clouds. I didn't talk to myself in my head. There wasn't much to say. This was how I knew the sleep was having an effect: I was growing less and less attached to life. If I kept going, I thought, I'd disappear completely, then reappear in some new form. This was my hope. This was my dream.”
Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

Ottessa Moshfegh
“But coming out of that sleep was excruciating. My entire life flashed before my eyes in the worst way possible, my mind refilling itself with all my lame memories, every little thing that had brought me to where I was. I'd try to remember something else—a better version, a happy story, maybe, or just an equally lame but different life that would at least be refreshing in its digressions—but it never worked. I was always still me. Sometimes I woke up with my face wet with tears. The only times I cried, in fact, were when I was pulled out of that nothingness, when the alarm on my cell phone went off.”
Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

year in books
Pete
379 books | 8 friends

Angelica
94 books | 7 friends

Isabel
18 books | 4 friends

snapple ⭐️
194 books | 7 friends

Sharmai...
7 books | 2 friends



Favorite Genres



Polls voted on by Tammy

Lists liked by Tammy