Judzsin kedvenc

tartalmai blogbejegyzései borítói értékelései eseményei észlelései fülszövegei hírei hozzászólásai idézetei illusztrátorai karcai kiadásai kiadói kihívásai olvasásai polcai szavazásai szerzői szócikkei témái

All children are heartless. They have not grown a heart yet, which is why they can climb tall trees and say shocking things and leap so very high that grown-up hearts flutter in terror. Hearts weigh quite a lot. That is why it takes so long to grow one. But, as in their reading and arithmetic and drawing, different children proceed at different speeds. (It is well known that reading quickens the growth of a heart like nothing else.)

4. oldal

CUSTOMER: It makes me sad that grown up books don’t have pictures in them. You’re brought up with them when you’re younger, and then suddenly they’re all taken away.

BOOKSELLER: . . . Yes. It’s a cruel world.

It's true. I haven't been the most involvent parent. Is it possible to have a midlife crisis if you have no idea how old are you?

I’ve never liked that differentiation. She is Living and I’m Dead, but I’d like to believe we’re both human. Call me an idealist.

I grab my stomach again. ‘Feel empty. Feel . . . dead.’
He nods. ‘Marr . . . iage.’

Nora stares at me like I'm Sasquatch, the Yeti, maybe a unicorn.

All the shitty stuff people do to themselves… it can all be the same thing, you know? Just a way to drown out your own voice. To kill your memories without having to kill yourself.

Vigyázat! Cselekményleírást tartalmaz.

I look at her blankly. Hungry? Does she want an arm or leg? Hot blood, meat and life? She’s Living… does she want to eat herself?