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I like it actually so far

I lowkey don’t like his writing style so far…

Alright what the flip.

Sometimes I catch myself talking to my coworkers about books when they don’t even read like that 🫩

“This is how a man looks when he’s deciding that the risk of death is better than the risk of change.”

first Stephen king novel who dis

“Still. I am here, on a plane heading home, and I have an opportunity to make a different choice than the one I made when my pain was fresh and a future predicated on the past seemed impossible.”

“He’s such an American, this son of mine. He thinks one’s life can be distilled to a narrative that has a beginning and an end. He knows nothing about the kind of sacrifice that, once made, can never be either fully forgotten or fully borne.“

“In his face, I see the whole of my life. I see a baby who came to me long after I’d given up… and a hint of the beauty I once had. I see… my life in his eyes.”

“She wanted to remember him for as long as forever was.”

“Sometime—she didn’t know when—she closed her eyes and reached out, placing a hand in the hollow of his stomach, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing. It was like resting her hand on the ocean in summer, when the tide was coming in. Touching him, she fell asleep.”

“Maybe she would love him for only this day, or maybe for only the next week, or maybe until she was an old, old woman. Maybe he would be the love of her life… or her love for the duration of this war… or maybe he would only be her first love. All she really knew was that in this terrible, frightening world, she had stumbled into something unexpected. And she would not let it go again.”

“I did say I love you, which must have sounded insane… but it’s not insane now… maybe it’s the only sane thing in all of this. Love, I mean.”

“‘It feels like old times,’ she said cautiously, afraid to say the wrong thing. More afraid to say nothing at all.”

“Birdsong. A nightingale. She hears it singing a sad song. Nightingales mean loss, don’t they? Love that leaves or doesn’t last or never existed in the first place. There’s a poem about that, she thinks. An ode.”

“Vianne would not have understood that answer a year ago. She wouldn’t have understood how dark a side life could have, how hiding it was the kindest thing you could do sometimes.”

“‘If you don’t love her—‘
‘I do.’
Vianne studied him. ’Does she know?’
‘I hope not.’”

“‘The Germans are collecting the names and addresses of every foreign born Jewish person…’
‘But why? Paul Lévy is of Polish descent, it’s true, but he has lived here for decades. He fought for France in the Great War—his brother died for France. The Vichy government has assured us that veterans are protected from the Nazis.’”

This is frighteningly relevant to what’s going on in the U.S. w/ ICE

“That winter was even worse than the year before. An angry God smote Europe with leaden skies and falling snow, day after day after day. The cold was a cruel addendum to a world already bleak and ugly.”

“From now on, she was Juliette Gervaise, code name the Nightingale.”

“We are all fragile, Isabelle. It’s the thing we learn in war.”

“maybe she had imagined that memory, constructed it from the threads of her own need and wrapped it tightly around her shoulders. She didn’t know anymore.”

“You are my sunlight in the dark and the ground beneath my feet. Because of you, I can survive.”

“I can see the moon at night and the spires of Nuremburg. But it is the moon that makes me think of you.”

“Inside, the house echoed the voice of a man who wasn’t there.”

“I always thought it was what I wanted: to be loved and admired. Now I think perhaps I’d like to be known.”

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I start actually working next week (I’ve been in orientation this week) and now I have to choose whether I’m going to spend my free time studying OR reading 💔💔 finals week coming soon 😔