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The violence has already disturbed me. I wanted to be brave and satisfy my curiosity about It, but I’m already scared. I keep reminding myself of the theory that the clown represents Derry itself, but fear isn’t rational, and I don’t want to carry this fear with me.

sighhh My first DNF. 🎈

“In Derry… it always felt like thirteen o’clock.”

“There are a lot of competitive people in this world, and I’ve discovered I’m not really one of them.”

I’ve been forcing myself through this book because I really don’t want to DNF when I’m trying to hit my yearly reading goal. BUT thankfully, the ending is finally starting to pull me in! I’m actually interested in what happens now, so I think I can power through to the end. Definitely noting this as the point where the book finally grabbed my attention.

“‘I am glad to hear it,’ she said. ‘Perhaps one day you will be able to help me as you yourself have been helped. Good should be repaid with good. That is one of our rules of thumb, here at Ardua Hall.’”
I feel like this quote carries so much weight. I can’t stop spiraling into predictions about where this story is headed. I can’t put this book down… and at the same time, I don’t want it to end.

“It’s a beautiful May Day,” Ofglen says. …
“Do you know what it came for? Said Luke. Mayday? … It’s French, he said. From m’aidez. Help me.”

“‘All right,’ I say. I don’t smile. Why tempt her to friendship?

“..established orders could vanish overnight. Change could also be as fast as lightning. It can’t happen here could not be depended on: anything could happen anywhere, given the circumstances.”

“I’m still here, she thought, wishing somehow they both could hear her across time, space, and—clouds.”

“You are the scariest thing in the woods.”

“That life was filled with unkindness and so you had to meter out your sympathy. I was rationing mine, saving it for the people under my spotty roof.”

“You’ve confined us to a prison of performance.”

“When I was a girl, a butterfly flew through a cracked window, into my room. It knocked back against the parchment, trying to find a way out. Into sunshine. Into air. Chalky wings palpitating. I reached for it, wanting to help. Tried to grab it, cup it in my hands, so I could deliver the thing back to freedom. But my gesture, my very touch, brought injury. The butterfly fell to the floor, wing torn.”

“A study found that when people added vinegar before their meals for three months, they reduced their visceral fat, waist, and hip measurements, and triglyceride levels.”
Soooo… you’re telling me I’ve been one splash of vinegar away from my final form this whole time? My personality is now 10% apple cider vinegar and 90% blind faith in bikini season.

“I was an aging lady of the house, pruning in tepid bathwater…”

“This actionable companion to Glucose Revolution consists of a 4-week guide to help you incorporate the most important glucose hacks into your everyday life.”

“When you do enjoy carbs (and you will and should and must), make it a habit to add fiber, protein or fat and, if you can, to eat those first.”

“We don’t all draw our angels with the same hand.”

“I tried to smile. Sometimes the false self and the real one become so intertwined you do not know where one starts and the other ends.”

“Snacking is a 1990’s invention, like low-waisted jeans (something to think about.”

“We should also try to let go of the impossible-to-keep promises we make to ourselves.”

“…bone against bone (my molars, grinding and clenched).”

“Yes, fruit juice has vitamins in it, but that’s as much of a reason to drink it as the antioxidants in wine are a reason to drink alcohol.”

“One 500-page book is not the same as another 500-page book, and likewise one calorie isn’t the same as another calorie.”

“And you see: To him, I,too, was a stranger in the woods.”

“That day changed him. It had changed the entire village.”

“Her first thought on meeting him had been: ordinary. Now she saw that he was not ordinary at all but darkly sinister. It was not just his breath that smelled. Suddenly he was enveloped in a rancid aroma so thick that it was almost foglike.”

“…what we eat matters, how we eat it — in which order, combination, and grouping — matters too.”

“Our bodies speak to us all the time.”

“Do you know what the last thing you ate did to your body and mind?”