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"I knew then that I had hunted down my language-animal. I had disemboweled it and drunk its inky blood. I knew that if I could describe my river, if I could describe the rain, if I could describe the feeling in a way that you could see it, smell it, touch it, then I would consider myself a writer."

the audiobook is incredible i can't believe i didn't start with it

I am in awe. Wowowowowowowow.

"Fiction is that strange, smoky thing that writers don't entirely own, even if they think they do. Where does it come from? Our past, our present, our reading, our imagination - yes. But perhaps from premonitions of our future too?"

This is so fun I want a cottage and a talking spider plant

Still trapped in the airport. Still engrossed in this book.

“I thought about being a woman, how it so often amounted to performing the rites of womanhood again and again, with joy and abandon, and then with weariness, with deadening. The women were doomed to finish the dance, as we were doomed to watch them.”

I’m trapped in an airport with a delayed flight which is made only marginally better by how excited I am to devour this book

Does this book ever end

Ok great immediately gut wrenching

Holy moly this is phenomenal

So I think this is gonna hurt

waaaait this is so atmospheric and the voice between the two characters is immediately established i'm obsessed

“Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.”