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Oh to be a little lesbian teenager with such a big age-appropriate infatuation that your feelings cannot be ignored and acting stupidly on them because you are not so afraid of the world yet (or equally afraid but braver than in age)

I am losing my empathetic capacity to continue to read this man's story HOW LONG IS THIS LETTER PLEASE RELEASE ME FROM THIS PRISON

"It was a cheap, coarse costume, cheaply and coarsely made, dismissive even in its ridicule. This is what they thought of me, I realised, and later, when Edward first mentioned Lipo-wao-nahele, it was this night that I remembered, the sensation of watching, frozen, as everything I was, and everything my family was, was brutally dismembered, stripped naked, and pushed onto the stage to be howled at."

I didn't know this entire book would be about daddy issues

"We often end up resenting our children when they achieve what we've wished for them"

"[...] that to know someone and to love them was to assume the task of remembering them, even if that person was still living. No one could escape that duty, and as you aged, you grew to crave that responsibility even as you sometimes resented it, that knowledge that your life was inextricable from another's, that a person marked their existence in part by their association with you."

My goal is to finish this book within in 3 months (so by the end of July) - wish me luck

It's juicy though I love it so far

"One offered a vision of who he was, the other of who he hoped to become."

"Who would have me in his arms every night and every morning, and who would be loved by his husband always, and more loved because his husband would be only his, and his alone? "

Edward really knows how to make a speech

DAVID WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!!!!

Another diva fallen victim to low self estimate resulting in self destructive behaviour (or....just evil and entitled?? Which one is it??)

"If he could not have Edward in his arms, he wanted Edward's name on his tongue; by speaking of him, he would bring Edward alive. He wanted to show him off, wanted to tell anyone who would listen that this was who had chosen him, that this was who he spent his days with, that this was who had brought him alive once again. But in the absence of that, he would have to be satisfied with the secret of Edward"

Damn David

"He was attuned to the dangers of the world but not to its delights and joys; even love, to him, was not a state of elation but a source of anxiety and fear. [...] of late, he had been beginning to fear that it was not just that no one might love him but that he might be incapable of receiving such love, which seemed altogether worse."

Oh David...buddy...

I hope somebody describes me as an "apple baked into a pie with a shattery, lardy crust pattered with sugar" one day

Also "What if he was a mere flibbertigibbet?" is my new favourite question and I will be asking it regularly from now on

"It wasn't long before she realised something: perhaps the one she'd so earnestly wanted to help, was not him but herself.

Was it not perhaps her own image - she who had left home at nineteen and gone on to make a life for herself in Seoul, always entirely under her own steam - which she had seen mirrored in this man's exhaustion?"