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We grew up on the third floor of a little apartment building near the ocean. Just two rooms, one more cramped than the other, no wall or anything between them. Izakaya on the ground floor.
Mieko Kawakami, Sam Bett, • Breasts and Eggs
From the first minute she was a force every bit as recognizable as her mother. That feeling of life coming into the room was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, a flood of joy. I thought of it ten years later when I climbed into my grandmother’s bed and held her while she died. The light pouring in and the light going out.
Ann Patchett • These Precious Days: Essays


Your father wouldn’t give me my freedom, she would say, and so I had to go to court and get it that way.…
William Maxwell • So Long, See You Tomorrow: Virtage International Edition (Vintage International)


Somerville, near the Cambridge line. The neighborhood was known as Little Lisbon,
D. T. Max • Every Love Story Is a Ghost Story: A Life of David Foster Wallace
Hipsters aren’t visited by unseen tragedy (unless the mother kombucha falls off a ledge and breaks)