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“The last of the dark is slowly burnt up by the dawn as we walk away from the field. It is so good to see the orange glow of a sunrise coming to us. The night and all its nonsense can be dismissed soon.”

“They all look at me, and I know by their eyes that I must look pretty. It makes me feel pretty”

“The sky ahead of us is peach, bruising where it is nearest to Heaven, and behind us, black.”

I don’t know if summer usually has a capital letter in books, but it feels unnatural, as if it were a literary decision rather than merely grammatically correct (although I could be wrong). Capitalising Summer every time it’s mentioned, it’s like it’s its own entity, a force, containing so much.

“I am not afraid of the nuns anymore. I have been in Eden all Summer long, I know divinity better than they ever will.”

“This confusion is torture, the unknowing is a hand on my throat, tightening. Lethal, glorious, inviting Hell. I want this Hell to last.
And it does, all Summer long. I watch helplessly, hopelessly, dying as the hue of her goes from sunrise to sunset, and I fall deeper with each new shade.”

“She makes me feel molten”

Heat/sun again

“ “Go on, so, Martin or Thomas?” I can’t think about the banality of this question, let alone an answer. All I can think of is bright blue on sunburnt skin. There is nothing else.”

[L’s friend saying a boy was looking at her]
“The dog loudens, my heart follows, and so do Susannah’s shoes, and a heat comes to the back of my neck.”

Obvs a continuation of the quote from previous page. Overwhelm and rush of sounds and feelings.
Heat on back of neck ref to susannah’s “[burning]” eyes (sun) but also could refer to embarrassment, a blush rising.

“I try to focus on [other things going on around them], rather than the clacking of her school shoes behind me, the burn of her eyes on my back.”

“burn” -> sun