“She wonders what curse this is, to swing from life to life, grief to grief, with no control.”

“When I open the door, I face the drooping sun. The light in my face is bright, not warm.”

“Walmart making its own insulin, like, really gives me chills.”

“What struck me most was the book’s horrific scenes tied to childbirth — the incredible pain, the tearing of tissue, and the torrents of blood.”

“One spring, the tree—their oak tree—developed a strange rash.”

“Even as she thought it, she knew it was impossible to make everything overlap in a way that satisfied her.”