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Wayfarer
by Alexandra Bracken
I don't have enough words or the right words to thank Alexandra Bracken for her goodness in Passenger and now Wayfarer, but I hope it becomes something all people read. I promise, it is that good, that important.
Since I don't have the words, I'll leave you with some of hers:
Etta to Carter: There is nothing more natural than families. You haven't seen what I have. These are people who love and need one another.
Nicholas's inner monologue: How short a person's life was, but how very many times they were asked to die inside.
Henry to Etta: We cannot possess the things and people not meant for us, we cannot control every outcome; we cannot cheat death.
A man made his own future. He chipped it from whatever hardships insinuated themselves into his life; he carved out the happy, glad moments to capture his gratitude for them. It came from the simple magic of merely living. Of surviving. Seeking.
Nicholas's inner monologue: That was a family of sorts, wasn't it? Perhaps not the most graceful example, but it bore all the necessary ingredients of one: care, concern, friendship, guidance, love.
Nicholas to Etta: Or we might be something beyond you and I, and be done with this business of names once and for all, for they have never once had a true bearing on who we are or who we intend to be.
Since I don't have the words, I'll leave you with some of hers:
Etta to Carter: There is nothing more natural than families. You haven't seen what I have. These are people who love and need one another.
Nicholas's inner monologue: How short a person's life was, but how very many times they were asked to die inside.
Henry to Etta: We cannot possess the things and people not meant for us, we cannot control every outcome; we cannot cheat death.
A man made his own future. He chipped it from whatever hardships insinuated themselves into his life; he carved out the happy, glad moments to capture his gratitude for them. It came from the simple magic of merely living. Of surviving. Seeking.
Nicholas's inner monologue: That was a family of sorts, wasn't it? Perhaps not the most graceful example, but it bore all the necessary ingredients of one: care, concern, friendship, guidance, love.
Nicholas to Etta: Or we might be something beyond you and I, and be done with this business of names once and for all, for they have never once had a true bearing on who we are or who we intend to be.