...after our weekly trip to the library, she cleared the top of her dresser and set out her week's reading, stood them on their ends, pages fanned out, sending little puffs of text into the air.
Eleanor BrownAnd the baby would never know what it meant to hate Barnwell so deeply that she couldn't help but return to it.
Eleanor BrownOur estrangement is not drama-laden- we have not betrayed one another's trust, we have not stolen lovers or fought over money or property or any of the things that irreparably break families apart. The answer, for us, is much simpler.
See, we love one another. We just don't happen to like one another very much.
We think, in some ways, we have all done this our whole lives, searching for the book that will give us the keys to ourselves, let us into a wholly formed personality as though it were a furnished room to let. As though we could walk in and look around and say to the gray-haired landlady behind us, "We'll take it.
Eleanor BrownThe question to ask is what will satisfy you? What will bring you peace? And perhaps the answer to those is in asking yourself when you were last happy.
Eleanor BrownTag: wisdom
August is a teacher's longest Sunday" -Weird Sisters
Eleanor BrownBut the truth was, we had failed, and rather than let anyone else know, we crafted careful excuses and alibis, and wrapped them around ourselves like a cloak to keep out the cold truth.
Eleanor BrownShe had gone from most favored nation to useless ally, from Cordelia to Ophelia.
Eleanor BrownOh honey, we’re all fuckups in our own special ways.
Eleanor BrownI stedet kom vi bare til å gjøre det vi bestandig gjorde, det eneste vi noen gang hadde vært oppriktig gode til: Vi kom til å lese.
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