Status Updates From Licht im August

Yet the heartiness, like the timbre, seemed to be as impermanent as the sound of the words, vanishing, leaving nothing, not even a definitely stated thought in the ear or the belief.

"'I'm not ready to pray yet,' she said aloud, quietly, rigid, soundless, her eyes wide open, while the moon poured into the window, filling the room with something cold and irrevocable and wild with regret. 'Don't make me have to pray yet. Dear God, let me damned a little longer, a little while.'" (p. 250)

Very compelling.

Ich bin, wie bei meiner ersten Lektüre vor so vielen Jahren wieder hin und weg, es fällt mir schwer das Buch aus der Hand zu legen.
Wunderbare Beschreibungen, die mir die Menschen so nah erscheinen lassen.