The Lovely Bones از Alice Sebold رو شروع کردم.
بر خلاف کتاب قبلی که قبلا کامل خونده بودم این رو فقط در نوجوانی تا اوایل پیش رفتم و بعد ولش کردم... امروز صبح در خواب و بیداری به ذهنم رسید که باید بخونمش.
Inside the snow globe on my father’s desk, there was a penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow globe. He would turn it over,letting all the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he said, Don’t worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He’s trapped in a perfect world
کتاب اینطور شروع میشه:
My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. In newspaper photos of missing girls from the seventies, most looked like me: white girls with mousy brown hair. This was be-fore kids of all races and genders started appearing on milk cartons or in the daily mail. It was still back when people believed things like that didn’t happen
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