3r1nette’s Reviews > Carol > Status Update

« Carol was crying, silently. Therese looked at the downward curve of her lips that was not like Carol at all, but rather like a small girl's twisted grimace of crying. She stared incredulously at the tear that rolled over Carol's cheekbone. »

oh lawd 3

« Carol wanted her with her, and whatever happened they would meet it without running. How was it possible to be afraid and in love, Therese thought. The two things did not go together. How. was it possible to be afraid, when the two of them grew stronger together every day? And every night. Every night was different, and every morning. Together they possessed a miracle. »

jesus christ. the way the sex scene is written…. the WAY FUCKING TODD HAYNES SUCCEEDED TO TRANSFORM SUCH POETIC WORDS INTO IMAGES…………. holy molly! this is just tenderness and softness. it’s like melting into the loved one, therese finally discovering parts of carol she actually CRAVED and was obsessed with for weeks. yeah. thank you patricia highsmith!

« Then Carol slipped her arm under her neck, and all the length of their bodies touched, fitting as if something had prearranged it. Happiness was like a green vine spreading through her, stretching fine tendrils, bearing flowers through her flesh. She had a vision of a pale white flower, shimmering as if seen in darkness, or through water. »

« If she simply asked, she thought, Carol would let her sleep tonight in the same bed with her. She wanted more than that, to kiss her, to feel their bodies next to each other's. […] And would Carol suddenly thrust her away in disgust, if she merely wanted to hold her in her arms? And would whatever affection Carol now had for her vanish in that instant? »

« Then she looked at Carol again and saw a sudden stillness, like a shock, in Carol's face.
Therese had seen it two or three times before when she had said something like that to Carol about the way she felt, or paid Carol an extravagant compliment. Therese could not tell if she was pleased or displeased. »

reading that goddamn book on the beach with the sunset lighting the sea as it is crystals…what a dream

« I feel I stand in a desert with my hands outstretched, and you are raining down upon me. »

jeeeeeeez….. richard is so much WORSE in the book. he’s such a jealous and insecure boy omg just stfu

« January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define. »

eh comment faut être concentré parfois pour lire, c’est pas possible de lire dans le salon avec le son de 7à8 qui sort à fond de la télé du daron