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rachel_reece 's review for:
Broken Harbour
by Tana French
I'm so obsessed with Tana French!! Her books are a product of a lot of reflection, but she shares her insights in the form of a gripping story. This book in particular met me right where I am. SO good!
Quotes I jotted down as I read:
Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen. pg. 157
"Sometimes bad things just happen," he said... I said, "You can't think that way. Whether it's true or not. You have to believe that somewhere along the way, somehow, most people get what they deserve. "Or…?" "Or how do you get up in the morning? Believing in cause and effect isn't a luxury. It's an essential, like calcium, or iron. You can go without it for a while, but in the end you'll start eating yourself up from the inside. You're right: every now and then, life isn't fair. That's where we come in. That's what we're for. We get in there and we fix it." pg. 161
Most of them never confess... In nine people out of ten self-preservation goes deeper than sense, deeper than thought. pg. 173
The day we stop asking why, The day that we decide that it's acceptable for the answer to a severed life to be 'Just because', is the day we step away from that line across the cave entrance and invite the wild to come howling in. pg. 203
Just about everything in this life is treacherous, ready to twist and shape-shift at any second; it seemed to me that the whole world would be a different place if you had someone you were certain of, certain to the bone, or if you could be that to someone else. pg. 425
Deep down, I didn’t blame them for asking. It looked like plain salacious nosiness, but even then I understood that it was more. They needed to know. Like I told Richie, cause and effect isn’t a luxury. Take it away and we’re left paralyzed, clinging to some tiny raft lurching wild and random on endless black sea. If my mother could go into the water just because, then so could theirs, any night, any minute; so could they. When we can’t see a pattern, we fit pieces together until one takes shape, because we have to. pg. 442
Quotes I jotted down as I read:
Over time, the ghosts of things that happened start to turn distant; once they've cut you a couple of million times, their edges blunt on your scar tissue, they wear thin. The ones that slice like razors forever are the ghosts of things that never got the chance to happen. pg. 157
"Sometimes bad things just happen," he said... I said, "You can't think that way. Whether it's true or not. You have to believe that somewhere along the way, somehow, most people get what they deserve. "Or…?" "Or how do you get up in the morning? Believing in cause and effect isn't a luxury. It's an essential, like calcium, or iron. You can go without it for a while, but in the end you'll start eating yourself up from the inside. You're right: every now and then, life isn't fair. That's where we come in. That's what we're for. We get in there and we fix it." pg. 161
Most of them never confess... In nine people out of ten self-preservation goes deeper than sense, deeper than thought. pg. 173
The day we stop asking why, The day that we decide that it's acceptable for the answer to a severed life to be 'Just because', is the day we step away from that line across the cave entrance and invite the wild to come howling in. pg. 203
Just about everything in this life is treacherous, ready to twist and shape-shift at any second; it seemed to me that the whole world would be a different place if you had someone you were certain of, certain to the bone, or if you could be that to someone else. pg. 425
Deep down, I didn’t blame them for asking. It looked like plain salacious nosiness, but even then I understood that it was more. They needed to know. Like I told Richie, cause and effect isn’t a luxury. Take it away and we’re left paralyzed, clinging to some tiny raft lurching wild and random on endless black sea. If my mother could go into the water just because, then so could theirs, any night, any minute; so could they. When we can’t see a pattern, we fit pieces together until one takes shape, because we have to. pg. 442