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Even in his unhappiest moments field and sky spoke to him with a deep and powerful persuasion. But hitherto the emotion had remained in him as a silent ache, veiling with sadness the beauty that evoked it. He did not even know whether any one else in the world felt as he did, or whether he was the sole victim of this mournful privilege. Then he learned that one other spirit had trembled with the same touch of wonder.

Again, I need an entire day without kids so I can just devour this novel. I just want to appreciate the beautiful prose and storytelling, it's hard when I have to put the book down every few minutes to tend to children.

Again, I need an entire day without kids so I can just devour this novel. I just want to appreciate the beautiful prose and storytelling, it's hard when I have to put the book down every few minutes to tend to children.

Okay, I was hooked in the first two pages, but now I'm bored.

“They can’t be taught that this is what we deserve, that this is America. I have to teach them to stand up for themselves.”

- yes

Loving the prose of this novel. We recently got hit with the plague and I haven't been able to do anything but listen to books, so I had to take a little break. I just want to sit down and devour this in one day.

Oh my god, I’m in love with this book. Just making note to see where I end up.

Thanks for the giveaway!! Diving in during vacation this week.

“Here was her son, capable of battling his mother—and so capable of fighting his way in the world all alone, as he would have to do one day. This was the destructive attainment of a mother’s life’s work.”

“But her suppressed agitation as the children continued to play showed her, moment by moment, who she was. A mother with no generosity, mother to nobody but her own child, her love showing how mother was the opposite of motherly”

Damn. This book is good.

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”