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A review by nickfourtimes
Bone and Bread by Saleema Nawaz
4.0
1) "If you listen, you can almost hear the sound of my son's heart breaking."
2) "Weekend nights we stayed up to spy out the front windows at the late-night customers as they caroused in French and English and weaved in and out of line with shuffling footsteps that would have fallen somewhere between dancing and stumbling if such distinctions held sway in the midnight realm of Montreal."
3) "'This is my life, Bee,' she said. 'I'm not playing.'
'We're all playing,' I remember answering. And again she was mad. But I didn't mean play-acting, and I didn't mean she didn't love whom she loved. I just meant there was no way to tell the difference between what we were doing and what we should be doing."
2) "Weekend nights we stayed up to spy out the front windows at the late-night customers as they caroused in French and English and weaved in and out of line with shuffling footsteps that would have fallen somewhere between dancing and stumbling if such distinctions held sway in the midnight realm of Montreal."
3) "'This is my life, Bee,' she said. 'I'm not playing.'
'We're all playing,' I remember answering. And again she was mad. But I didn't mean play-acting, and I didn't mean she didn't love whom she loved. I just meant there was no way to tell the difference between what we were doing and what we should be doing."