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Inside this house it is cold. And so dark outside, and still. But where she is waiting for me, it will be warm, and the sun will be shining, and the blueness of the sky will be reflected in the waters of the lake. Cerulean blue. And we will be sitting side by side again, in the meadow above the little shingle beach, and she will be leaning into me, and it will be as if the last fifty years have never happened.

life only starts to make sense when you realize that sometimes - often - all the time - two completely contradictory ideas can be true.
Everything that led up to you was wrong.
Therefore, you should not have been born.
But everything about you is right: you had to be born.
You were inevitable.

this whole incident is a metaphor for life in general: things get broken, and sometimes they get repaired, and in most cases, you realize that no matter what get damaged, life rearranges itself to compensate for your loss, sometimes wonderfully.

“But these were days of self-fulfillment, where settling for something that was not quite your first choice of a life seemed weak-willed and ignoble….There were times when the pressure to achieve happiness felt almost oppressive, as if happiness were something that everyone should and could attain, and that any sort of compromise in its pursuit was somehow your fault.”

My professor of “social media and politics” class has assigned this book as a mandatory read for the first week. Never in my life have I been this grateful that I am still in school, taking classes and have time to read books like this as my main responsibility/work in life😅🙏🏻

“Drive my car” - 5
I love the depth and the variation of characters in this one. A subtle gender swap throughout the entire story is delightful as well. I particularly enjoyed reading about this male character who has multiple layers of personalities (why are this mostly females?) and I like like like reading about (and imagining) that such men actually (might) exist.

Great canons angle toward great power, and the great privilege of great power is an incuriosity about those who lack it.