Suddenly, there's an opportunity, an opening, a person or people you couldn't have imagined, and -- elation! -- it feels as though you've found the pot of gold, when you'd thought all the gilt was gone from this world forever. It's enough, for a time -- maybe even for a long time -- to make you forget that you were ever angry, that you ever knew what anger was at all.
Sunday, July 7, 2013
Sunday Sentence: 'The Woman Upstairs'
Once again, my Sunday Sentence(s) this week, presented without further comment and as inspired by Fobbit author David Abrams at The Quivering Pen, is from Claire Messud's The Woman Upstairs:
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Great choice! I'm really enjoying this book now, too... so many possiblities for a Sunday Sentence. It was hard to narrow down to just one!
ReplyDeleteVery hard to narrow down. I could probably quote this novel for the next three months.
DeleteI am with you 100%! If I still underlined in books (can't now that I'm a librarian!) the majority of that book would be covered in pen. So powerful.
ReplyDeleteSince it's my own copy, I don't feel bad about underlining or leaving notes. But there's also something so satisfying in copying phrases that strike a chord into a chapbook.
ReplyDeleteI'm starting to use the Tumblr account for some of those phrases.