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Paul Tremblay

A Head Full of Ghosts

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    Chestermembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    It was so dark it was like nothing was there in the room with us. Only the nothing was actually something because it filled my eyes and lungs and it sat on my shoulders.
    Nadiamembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
    I slowly tiptoed in, careful not to trigger any unseen trip wires that might set off Marjorie and her increasingly unpredictable mood swings. Any perceived transgression on my part could spark an argument that
    would end with either my crying and running to my cardboard house or with Dad’s brutish method of mediating (i.e., his yelling the loudest and longest).
    Nadiamembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
    Despite everything that I’d gone through, that our whole family had gone through, I felt that old excitement, that familiar flutter in my stomach: Marjorie wanted to spend time with me. I don’t think I can ever fully explain the power she had over the eight-year-old me or the power she still has over me.
    Nadiamembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
    living, breathing map of my future, and a map with consistently shifting geography. Marjorie was always rearranging her bed, dresser, desk, assorted bookcases, and milk crates filled with the most current accessories of her life. She even would rotate her posters, calendar, and astronomy decorations on the walls. With each permutation, I’d remodel the interior of my cardboard house to match hers. I never told her that I did that.
    Nadiamembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
    Ken: “Do you love your sister?”

    Me: “Oh yes. Very much. She’s my best friend. I want to be just like her and I’d do anything for her.”
    Nadiamembuat kutipan10 bulan yang lalu
    Because I was convinced that I was going to grow up to be exactly like Marjorie, entering her room was like discovering a
    huangjoannamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    I’m possessed by ideas. Ideas that are as old as humanity, maybe older, right? Maybe those ideas were out there just floating around before us, just waiting to be thought up. Maybe we don’t think them, we pluck them out from another dimension, or another mind.
    huangjoannamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    You’d feel that loss. You’d learn the oldest lesson there is. The lesson of loss. We all learn it eventually.
    Akshata Datkhilemembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    say, “My Marjorie—” And then I pause because I don’t know how to explain to her that my older sister hasn’t aged at all in fifteen-plus years and there never was a before everything happened.
    Santiago Mesamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    Charlotte Perkins Gilman’s “The Yellow Wallpaper” is one of the greatest feminist gothic/horror short stories ever written.
    Santiago Mesamembuat kutipan2 tahun yang lalu
    Gloomy Sunday,” originally composed by Hungarian pianist Rezsõ Seress in 1933. It’s legendary not just because Billie Holliday once sang it, but because it sounded soooooo frowny-face sad it supposedly drove a bunch of unsuspecting listeners to suicide. How cool is that? (and yeah, I’ve listened to it like fifty-five times in a r
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    . I was so tired of her filling my head with her stories, filling my head with her ghosts.
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    instead of witches putting kids in ovens and evil queens conjuring poisoned apples, the fathers and husbands were the monsters doing the unspeakable things to their families, and these stories all ended without anyone saving anybody.
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    I wasn’t sure if I wanted to hear such a big secret. It might not fit in my head and then it would spill out everywhere.
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    The lesson of loss. We all learn it eventually
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    there are all these ghosts filling my head and I’m just trying to get them out,
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    My stuffed animals were still on watch. I scolded them for falling asleep on the job.
    Lola Lobamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
    This new high schooler now took much longer to get ready in the morning than her previous youthful middle schooler had.
    Chestermembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    People went away and they came back and would continue to come back because they had always done so previously.
    Chestermembuat kutipan4 tahun yang lalu
    She looked older; a glimpse of the adult Marjorie I would never see.
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