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i am obsessed with this book

This is what OCD feels like

“I hope he was warm when he died. Perhaps he remembered the sun for a minute” (183).

“I could feel a breath of air on my cheek; it came from the sky I could see, but it smelled of smoke and ruin. Our house was a castle, turreted and opened to the sky” (177).

“I stood in the open doorway and saw that the lawn was marked with the tires of cars and the feet which had danced” (173).

“Although I did not perceive it then, time and the orderly pattern of our old days had ended” (171).

“Nothing was orderly, nothing was planned; it was not like any other day” (169).

“It seemed that all the wealth and hidden treasure of our house had been found out and torn and soiled”(168).

i wonder who killed the family hmmmmmm