Status Updates From The Great Dane

Well. Let’s do this.

I have forgotten how much this woman's words feed my soul!!

Definitely one of the best books I read this year!

Suanne, how dare you to make me cry so much?
Death comes into your house and takes a giant cosmic dump in your soul. No crack team of post-mortem cleaners can remove a turd of this magnitude.

”You don’t have to identify today,” Jensen said. “Or in a week. Or a year or decade. You can take all the time you need to explore all this information.”

Just like Liko I’ve been wondering about Dane, I mean look at that cover. But after that scene with Oscar, I think I’ve figured it out. I think… and d*mn if my inkling is right… oh, Dane….

I cannot tell you how excited I am to cuddle up into Suanne's beautiful words!!

I can’t read any more. It’s too perfect, and I can’t see through my tears.

Love Liko’s parents:
Betty looped her arm through his and gave it a squeeze. “Who is he? Tell Mums.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Use short words,” Basil said.

Some people you meet do an effortless end-run around your psychological constructs (or worse, around your chemical ones). One encounter and they’re suddenly wandering the emotional hinterlands of your soul, where the line between sad and wretched, or happy and manic, can’t be seen with the naked eye.

Suanne’s stories are pure magic. ❤️

Garçon, bring me carrots.

I’m crying on the bus about an acorn doll and a silver necklace.

Suanne’s writing is always so storytelling… it immediately pulls me into the story.

‘You can call me shmoopykins.
Bet you say that to all the Great Danes.’

She’s killing me!

I want the three hares game to be a real game. Please can it be a real game?

Already hooked …

‘Along the roadside in Birch Island, New York, a Greenman stared at the Green Man. Suffused with grief, gratitude and some old, forgotten emotion that might have been joy.’

D*mn that dedication. It already made me tear up. And yes about inner monologues, Suanne