Status Updates From As I Lay Dying

"The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads; the light has turned copper: in the eye portentous, in the nose sulphurous, smelling of lightning."

Addie’s chapter is straight bars

if you did not have an appalachian matriarch, i genuinely think it's impossible to understand this book as intended.