My Sister's Keeper
I finished Jodi Picoult's "My Sister's Keeper" on Friday and was too upset to talk about it. It had an infuriating ending. I'm beginning to think she thinks she's the next Nicholas Sparks. But I still love here. Here are some favorite quotes from the book:
"I've only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-- they'd reach forever." Sara
"It's so easy to think that the world revolves around you, but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't true." Brian
"Take it from me, love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow -- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink." Campbell
"... the year I realized love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable." Julia
"Like anything that's confined, fire has a natural instinct to escape." Brian
"Why are terms of endearment always foods? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. It's not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you." Anna
"But it's really because there are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world." Jesse
"But she is not the woman I used to know, the woman who traveled a countryside counting prairie dog holes, who read aloud the classifieds of lonely cowboys seeking women and told me, in the darkest crease of the night that she would love me until the moon lost its footing in the sky." Brian
"If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: in the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.
Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always sunny and bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was thing in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and the froze under the weight of their own foolishness.
The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left." Anna
I started "Please Stop Laughing at Me..." by Jodee Blanco today. So far, so good. I'm so happy, unless I was completely oblivious, that kids didn't really get picked on in Gami. And if they did, I am so, so sorry. The Pact or Nineteen Minutes are up next by Picoult. "The Coldest Winter Ever" and "The Art of War" were also suggested by a boy that I didn't even know read books. I've also been ordered to read "Lullaby" by Palahniuk. Mr. Cali (who, sorry Jenna, must remain unnamed in this journal because I don't know who reads it haha. Call me!) is reading a book that I might pick up just so I can have more reasons to talk to him... that's mildly creepy, isn't it? In short, I LOOOOOVE the library!
"I've only known her for two years. But if you took every memory, every moment, if you stretched them end to end-- they'd reach forever." Sara
"It's so easy to think that the world revolves around you, but all you have to do is stare up at the sky to realize it isn't true." Brian
"Take it from me, love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow -- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink." Campbell
"... the year I realized love doesn't follow the rules, the year I understood that nothing is worth having so much as something unattainable." Julia
"Like anything that's confined, fire has a natural instinct to escape." Brian
"Why are terms of endearment always foods? Honey, cookie, sugar, pumpkin. It's not like caring about someone is enough to actually sustain you." Anna
"But it's really because there are some nights when you just want to know there's someone else besides you in this wide world." Jesse
"But she is not the woman I used to know, the woman who traveled a countryside counting prairie dog holes, who read aloud the classifieds of lonely cowboys seeking women and told me, in the darkest crease of the night that she would love me until the moon lost its footing in the sky." Brian
"If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: in the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.
Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always sunny and bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was thing in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and the froze under the weight of their own foolishness.
The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left." Anna
I started "Please Stop Laughing at Me..." by Jodee Blanco today. So far, so good. I'm so happy, unless I was completely oblivious, that kids didn't really get picked on in Gami. And if they did, I am so, so sorry. The Pact or Nineteen Minutes are up next by Picoult. "The Coldest Winter Ever" and "The Art of War" were also suggested by a boy that I didn't even know read books. I've also been ordered to read "Lullaby" by Palahniuk. Mr. Cali (who, sorry Jenna, must remain unnamed in this journal because I don't know who reads it haha. Call me!) is reading a book that I might pick up just so I can have more reasons to talk to him... that's mildly creepy, isn't it? In short, I LOOOOOVE the library!