“The house kept its own time, like the old-fashioned grandfather clock in the living room. People who happened by raised the weights, and as long as the weights were wound, the clock continued ticking away. But with people gone and the weights unattended, whole chunks of time were left to collect in deposits of faded life on the floor.”
Self love isn’t always liking your body parts but learning to know yourself and your habits; when you are in need of rest, of healing.
“Nerves treated people differently. Our anxieties were focussed on the same target but each from a different angle and with their own tints.”
What does the Man Booker mean to you? To me it means a celebration of language, for books to be original yet accessible; to encourage & foster new, not so literary, readers into the wonderful world of reading.
“Lilith Bloom had the peculiar feeling that the rose garden wanted to eat her.”
A marmite book indeed. Could someone help me understand it’s overwhelming list of accolades?
“What would you stop at to help the people you love most? Well, you obviously don’t love anyone very much if your love is contingent on them always staying the same.”