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Harrison wanted it with the indefatigable passion of someone who thought admiration and wealth were his birthright; I wanted it with the indefatigable passion of someone who had never experienced either and would eat bullets for a taste.

Running away, I decided, was more of a spiritual state than a specific speed, so I walked.

Several years after the war, during the mid-afternoon hour I generally put aside to fantasize about setting fire to my manuscript and disappearing into the countryside to raise goats, I received a book in the post. This was not, in itself, remarkable…

THE WRITING

“An underfed boy of seven or eight was seated beside me, watching me in the frank, unashamed way that young people watch the unwell. He had an extravagance of eyelashes, which gave him the wistful, sleepy look of someone woken mid-dream.”

In Grandmother’s village, every family had at least one yak, and yaks were very expensive. We say that if someone loses a chicken, she will cry for half a day, but if she loses a yak, she will cry until she gets a new yak.

…short of committing a crime such as stealing, nothing is more dishonorable than a loud argument or a lack of generosity.

I untied and retied my little bundle, where my mother had put a cape and a blanket woven from coarse yak wool, a cotton towel to wash my face, some of my sister’s old clothes, and the stalk of an opium poppy in case I got a stomachache or a headache. “Remember that you have to boil it first,” Ama had said. “You can’t just chew on it.”

In the mood for a memoir and really enjoying the descriptions of this matrilineal society and cultural tidbits.

“My mother doesn’t remember when I was born. She does not remember the year or the month or the day. All she knows, she tells me, is that I cried too much. ‘From the moment you were born, you were trouble.’

“Money can’t buy happiness, but it sure can help with an escape route” 😆

"I'm not offended, per se. Just a little... outraged."

“I was ready for the bloodshed. Carrion Swift was not.” 😂

“I can’t help it if he doesn’t want to live.”

“I tasted heather, I tasted wild mountain thyme, I tasted tweed.”

When I learned the FMC’s name is Misery, my brain said, “let’s gooooo”, and I’m gonna be real with y’all: Misery is not disappointing. Ali Hazelwood’s STEM-girl banter always has me cackling. Or maybe I’m just really into bone structure?