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Pg. 95 “He was like Donald Trump long before Donald Trump, a man who tossed around accusations and labels without evidence or merit.” Really? So fu%*#/g annoying.

I’m finished and annoyed. Reading about Trump here was expected -even knowing vaguely SK is not a fan. By about the sixth mention of him and a new adjective out of his name I tired. By Putin’s mention I wanted a refund SK. I need a rest.

My high lights; Billy Summers

Pg. 210-11 This is good work, he feels sure of it, but what felt light when he started now feels heavy, because he has a responsibility to make the rest just as good, and he’s not sure he can do it.

He thinks writing is also a kind of war, one you fight with yourself.

It is okay to scrub toilets, clean dishes, wax boats, sling hash, muck out stables, milk camels. It is okay to do any job working for a customer, because all jobs can be done with dignity. -pg. 21

…and I felt as if I was sitting in the window of an enormous department store. The figures around me weren’t people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life. -pg. 132

“Whew, that’s a relief, now we can stop pretending and be ourselves?” -and from that day on my mother never had a minute’s peace. -pg.84

I’m now starting my resolution to only read from year of home-library-only reading. 🤞 I’m doing this end my procrastination on reading or re-reading the books I’ve collected.

..."despite what you do. I've got to love you. We all have to love you, and believe in you, and think you are looking out for our best interests. But look at us, Momma, and really see us. Cathy feels, and I feel, that you close your eyes to what you are doing to us. You come to us smiling, and dandle before our eyes and our ears bright hopes for the future, but nothing ever materializes." Flowers in the Attic, pg 243

"Had we suffered? Had we only missed her? Who was she, anyway? Idiot thoughts while I stared at her and listened to how difficult four hidden children made the lives of others. And though I wanted to deny her, keep her from ever really being close again, I faltered, filling with hope, wanting so much to lover her again, and trust her again." Flowers in the Attic, pg. 242

"Had we suffered? Had we only missed her? Who was she, anyway? Idiot thoughts while I stared at her and listened to how difficult four hidden children made the lives of others. And though I wanted to deny her, keep her from ever really being close again, I faltered, filling with hope, wanting so much to lover her again, and trust her again." Flowers in the Attic, pg. 242

"Had we suffered? Had we only missed her? Who was she, anyway? Idiot thoughts while I stared at her and listened to how difficult four hidden children made the lives of others. And though I wanted to deny her, keep her from ever really being close again, I faltered, filling with hope, wanting so much to lover her again, and trust her again." Flowers in the Attic, pg. 242

Happy new year, readers!!!!!!!!!