Demon Copperhead, Barbara Kingsolver
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Demon Copperhead, Barbara Kingsolver
It’s frightening, she thinks, how when the going gets tough you fall back on whatever awful thing you grew up with.
Barbara Kingsolver. Blueprints, from Homeland and Other Stories
This is how moths speak to each other. They tell their love across the fields by scent. There is no mouth, the wrong words are impossible, either a mate is there or he is not, and if so the pair will find each other in the dark.
— Barbara Kingsolver, Prodigal Summer (HarperCollins, October 2000)
If Truman calls for any change, education improvements, or Social Security, a chorus shouts him down: welfare state, collectivism, conspiracy. What an extraordinary state of things, we are the finished product. A rock thrown in the canyon rolls neither uphill or down, it’s frozen in place.
Barbara Kingsolver, The Lacuna
a victim of poetry
ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴ ᴄᴏᴘᴘᴇʀʜᴇᴀᴅ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴅᴀʏ ʟᴀꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 10 ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅꜱ.
This book was 10/10 truly
I got up every day thinking the sun was out there shining, and it could just as well shine on me as any other human person.
Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver