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"I wanted my body to taste horrid. To spore like a busy night sky. Part of me even wished for my heart to stop before they had the chance to pick at my skin and leave me bare. As I took another lick of the black, I thought about my lungs stopping, heavy from being crusted over by mould. Outside, Mama exhumed the almost-empty graves, searching to see just how much had disappeared from our shallow ditches in the mud."

"At times he has the sensation that he and Marianne are like figure-skaters, improvising their discussions so adeptly and in such perfect synchronisation that it surprises them both. She tosses herself gracefully into the air, and each time, without knowing how he's going to do it, he catches her."

"I can’t describe things any more. I can’t find the words, or maybe it’s just that I’m not trying hard enough. It was such a long time ago. No one here was even born. And unless I tell it because I want to, it’s as if it never happened; it gets closed off and then it’s lost."

Joe's not worth mentioning (except I just did, didn't I?) and ZOE IS FINALLY BACK and that is all that matters.

It started off slow and confusing but we've reached New York, and I just can't seem to put the book down. I missed Zoe and she had been gone for a few chapters, but I really want to see her back. I need her witty dialogues.

"She would have lain on the ground and let him walk over body if he wanted, he knew that."

Marianne. Marianne. Marianne.

Not even thirty pages through, and yet, I am already filled with shadows of dread and sorrow. Bliss is currently out of the picture, it seems.