We got our matching books yesterday – the bitch in the house and the bastard on the couch. I read a few essays already and I like it so far.
They aren’t serious. Just fun casual reads, with lines that I’ll try and remember and will shape a sentence or two in my future. I’m looking forward to it.
Here are a few that stood out for me (from different stories):
Her expectations were dismally, even insultingly, low. From my name, she had imagined a swarthy, hairy, squat Greek man with eyebrows bushy enough to shelter small birds from predators.
Imagine the cactus with milk so sweet it’s worth the needles.
It was a moment injected with danger on so many levels, a moment so bizarre that while it was happening I wondered if I would one day discuss it in front of a jury.
When I refused to fight the boyfriend of a girl she had beaten up, she said I was a wimp and incapable of keeping her safe. Both charges were absolutely true, but they stung.
Catherine brought up that maybe we’re starting off by reading the wrong books – that she should be reading the bastard book. I thought, “Reading it? She’s writing it!”