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A review by lostcanticles
Parakeet by Marie-Helene Bertino
4.0
Really good. I loved the way this talked about time, intimacy, family, friendship, a lot of things in general. The narrator’s internal monologues hit home a lot of times.
Sharing a few of my favorite quotes:
“The Internet is indifferent. It’s the people who ruin it, posting only highlights, like every night is Saturday night. But most of life is Wednesday afternoon, and no one thinks that’s meaningful.”
“Aging is easy, like falling down a hill. No choice involved. It’s reconciling yourself to loss that’s hard. I was eighty-five when I died. But I felt nineteen. I used to forget how old I was. I’d talk to you for long enough I’d think I was you. Then I’d look in the mirror and think, ack, who’s that old woman?”
“Sometimes I mistake presence for fondness. Even though those who are absent are normally the ones I love most. Perhaps because so many in my life have said, “I’m here, aren’t I?” when I’ve asked to feel their love.”
“Will you stay if I change into something you couldn’t anticipate and don’t recognize? Will you be honest with me when I’m present, about me when I’m absent? Will you encourage me to be as much like myself as possible? Will you hide what I use to cause pain?”
Sharing a few of my favorite quotes:
“The Internet is indifferent. It’s the people who ruin it, posting only highlights, like every night is Saturday night. But most of life is Wednesday afternoon, and no one thinks that’s meaningful.”
“Aging is easy, like falling down a hill. No choice involved. It’s reconciling yourself to loss that’s hard. I was eighty-five when I died. But I felt nineteen. I used to forget how old I was. I’d talk to you for long enough I’d think I was you. Then I’d look in the mirror and think, ack, who’s that old woman?”
“Sometimes I mistake presence for fondness. Even though those who are absent are normally the ones I love most. Perhaps because so many in my life have said, “I’m here, aren’t I?” when I’ve asked to feel their love.”
“Will you stay if I change into something you couldn’t anticipate and don’t recognize? Will you be honest with me when I’m present, about me when I’m absent? Will you encourage me to be as much like myself as possible? Will you hide what I use to cause pain?”