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A review by beansbookclub
Anthropology of an American Girl by Hilary Thayer Hamann
5.0
2023 Bean has already shelved this book for a re-read this year. 2018 Bean read it in February. Here's what she thought:
I dove fully into Eveline's confusing, self-denying, lovestruck, heartbroken world and came out the other side completely out of breath. This novel is for sure for people like me--those who think deeply, feel deeply, and love deepy--people like Eveline. I think I can say, looking back on the novel now, that I saw myself in Eveline. I can't find words to explain the profundity and the intense emotion intertwined in the pages of this book.
"The men are talking, catalogin the ravages of nature--earthquakes, fires, floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, mudslides, plagues, killer bees. I wonder, why do they expect to earth to remain passive as we pave it?"
"The woman Rourke awakened in me was not gifted with delicacy or political cause; she came in an atomic rush, possessing nothing more than instinct and courage."
"It's a mystery, the way time for us was wrong when time is right for so many useless things, when things that should be impossible are in fact possible. There are machines that divide atoms, jets that fly at the speed of sound. Flags on the moon. And yet, we could not be together."
"He breathes in. 'The first time I saw you,' he says, 'it was like seeing a river. Something that could be touched but not held. Something there but already gone. I never wanted anything so much.'"
“The first time I saw you,” I say, “I had a premonition. I had the feeling I’d found the thing I’d always been waiting for. The next time I saw you, it was the same. And every time after it’s been the same.”
His hand reaches for me.
“I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t,” he says. “You can’t.”
I dove fully into Eveline's confusing, self-denying, lovestruck, heartbroken world and came out the other side completely out of breath. This novel is for sure for people like me--those who think deeply, feel deeply, and love deepy--people like Eveline. I think I can say, looking back on the novel now, that I saw myself in Eveline. I can't find words to explain the profundity and the intense emotion intertwined in the pages of this book.
"The men are talking, catalogin the ravages of nature--earthquakes, fires, floods, tornadoes, hurricanes, mudslides, plagues, killer bees. I wonder, why do they expect to earth to remain passive as we pave it?"
"The woman Rourke awakened in me was not gifted with delicacy or political cause; she came in an atomic rush, possessing nothing more than instinct and courage."
"It's a mystery, the way time for us was wrong when time is right for so many useless things, when things that should be impossible are in fact possible. There are machines that divide atoms, jets that fly at the speed of sound. Flags on the moon. And yet, we could not be together."
"He breathes in. 'The first time I saw you,' he says, 'it was like seeing a river. Something that could be touched but not held. Something there but already gone. I never wanted anything so much.'"
“The first time I saw you,” I say, “I had a premonition. I had the feeling I’d found the thing I’d always been waiting for. The next time I saw you, it was the same. And every time after it’s been the same.”
His hand reaches for me.
“I don’t want to lose you again.”
“You won’t,” he says. “You can’t.”