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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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3 years, 6 months ago

if I have to tell you, then nothing inspo/dialogue

The Belsons are coming to our house for a barbecue, and I’m making a pie with Peggy, our stepmother since last year. Outside the kitchen window Bradley pushes my stepsisters, Sheila and Meg, on the tire swing. Peggy keeps looking out there like she’s nervous. Dad’s beside her, chopping onions for b…

—p.74 Emerald City One Piece (72) by Jennifer Egan
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3 years, 6 months ago

a thing she knows she cannot have

“More eyes,” he says. “Make them harder.”

The girl lifts her chin, sharpening the thin line of her jaw. Her eyes are bright and narrow. She looks at Jann and Bernadette with the sad, fierce look of someone who sees a thing she knows she cannot have.

Jann is excited. “Kiddo! You’ve got it,” he…

—p.69 The Stylist (57) by Jennifer Egan
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3 years, 6 months ago

it’s a mistake to say these things

“It’s strange,” she says. “Going back.”

“To them?” Jann gestures at the group. “Or back?”

“Both,” she says.

Later today they will fly to Nairobi. Tomorrow morning, New York. Two weeks from now she leaves for Argentina.

“Everything fades the minute you’re somewhere else,” Bernadette says…

—p.68 The Stylist (57) by Jennifer Egan
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3 years, 6 months ago

it is the only place she can think of

“Of all those places you’ve been,” he says, “which was your favorite?”

Bernadette sighs. She is tired of questions. Strangely, she cannot remember anyone having asked her this one before. Is that possible? she wonders. Surely someone asked, surely she had some answer. She tries again to move her…

—p.66 The Stylist (57) by Jennifer Egan
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she longs suddenly to be in those white dunes

Bernadette looks again at the picture. Sunlight fills the girl’s hair. The sand is pale and bright as snow, the sea turquoise. She longs suddenly to be in those white dunes, as if she had never seen anything like them before. She must remind herself that she was standing just outside the shot, that…

—p.63 The Stylist (57) by Jennifer Egan