Nobody remembers how the Causality War started; that’s sort of the point. We were time warriors, and we broke time. But I was the one who ended it: ended the fighting, tidied up the damage as much as I could. Then I came here, to the end of it all, and gave myself a mission: to never let it happen again.
"From New York Times best-selling author Jami Attenberg comes a sharp, funny, and emotionally powerful novel about a family reuniting at the deathbed of its patriarch. In reckoning with his secret past, can they rebuild and begin anew?"--
Hendrik Hartog tells the riveting, heartbreaking stories of how families fought over the work of care and its compensation.
... 7/5 Maurice, Frederick Denison, 7/12 Maurus, Rabanus, 5/21 McAuley, Catherine, 6/20 Mechthild of Magdeburg, 4/14, 6/18 Médaille, Jean-Pierre, 7/21 Merton, Thomas, 7/27 Metaphrastes, Simeon, 3/1 Michelangelo, 4/10 Milman, Dean Henry, ...
Love? No and no. He didn't love Renee and they weren't going there. That was the point. ... “I'm not. I'm single. It's what I told you before. About coming back broken. The therapists warned me I would get better, but I might never be ...
On a visit to his elderly artist-parents, Teller found a dusty portfolio of cartoons that his father drew in 1939. Teller asked about the people in the drawings: the streetcar...
Includes discussion questions and an excerpt from Just another love song.
Along the way, Grue moves effortlessly between his own story and those of others, incorporating reflections on philosophy, film, art, and the work of writers from Joan Didion to Michael Foucault.
So most days I would fetch Roberta, walk her home, then ride my bike back for baseball practice. “Do you think Daddy will be ... “I don't think that's a good reason,” I'd say. She'd wait before asking ... My mother did not look well.
In Louise O'Neill's world of Only Every Yours women are no longer born naturally, girls (called "eves") are raised in Schools and trained in the arts of pleasing men until they come of age. Freida and Isabel are best friends.
Now that I'm on the road to becoming a decent person again, it seems hard to imagine that for a long time all I really wanted to do was go on a shooting spree. That night in the ER, nobody could find Casey, who was technically my spouse ...