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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

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what I do is watch

“Always watching,” Silas says, looking at me. “Those big eyes, always moving.”

I nod, ashamed. “But I never do anything,” I say. And all of a sudden I know, I know why Angel left me.

Silas frowns. “Sure you do. You watch,” he says, “which is what’ll save you.”

I shrug. But the longer we si…

—p.177 Emerald City Sisters of the Moon (167) by Jennifer Egan
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3 years, 6 months ago

that somehow it was the money?

“Parker,” Lucy says suddenly, “do you think it was right for you to give it up?”

She knows she has broken some tacit code in asking this. Parker is silent. He opens his mouth to speak, but doesn’t. “I don’t know,” he finally says.

Lucy wants to press the point, but is afraid of pushing him to…

—p.162 Letter to Josephine (147) by Jennifer Egan
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it’s not like the magazines project/valet-story

Josephine’s apple pie arrived, and she heaped a bite with ice cream and ate vigorously. Her jaws flexed under her wide cheekbones. “You remember,” she began, speaking slowly, “how we used to imagine being rich? Do you remember that?”

Lucy nodded. She sensed from Josephine’s tone that this was a …

—p.158 Letter to Josephine (147) by Jennifer Egan
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so little of it has stuck with her project/valet-story

It is a hot, lazy day. They are becoming torpid from so many days of lying in the sun. They will be ready to go back to Chicago tomorrow.

“It reminds me of that place in France two years ago,” Lucy says. “What was that hotel?”

“Can’t remember,” Parker says. “Never can remember that stuff.”

—p.151 Letter to Josephine (147) by Jennifer Egan
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the sunlight in Granada

The sunlight in Granada is more pure and strong than any I have felt in Spain this winter. It warms my neck. The soft leather of my new bag rubs pleasantly against my shoulder. I feel the happiness that comes of believing your own lies for a minute. I picture my husband wandering through the halls …

—p.142 Spanish Winter (133) by Jennifer Egan