Alice Sebold – The lovely bones

The beginning of The Lovely Bones is unusual: the main character is murdered, unable to act in any way on the story, and the murderer is already known. We could wonder what will it talk about. But more than an investigation, The Lovely Bones presents how the family tries to evolve around this void, and how all the members take a profound thought on the way this shaped them.

Not so deep beneath the earth were the warrens of the wild rabbits I loved, the bunnies that ate the vegetables and the flowers in the neighborhood nearby and that sometimes, unwittingly, brought poison home to their dens. Then, inside and so far away from the man or woman who had laced the garden with toxic bait, an entire family of rabbits would curl into themselves and die.

p.22

My father wrote “Leah?” in his book. Then he wrote, “Sophie?”. Though unaware of it, he had begun a list of the dead.

p.66

“Susie is dead,” he said now, unable to make it fit in the rules of any game. “Do you know what that means?”
Buckley reached over with his hand and covered the shoe. He looked up to see if his answer was right.
My father nodded. “You won’t see Susie anymore, honey. None of us will.” My father cried. Buckley looked up into the eyes of our father and did not fully understand.

p.69-70

That week Ray would kiss me by my locker. It didn’t happen up on the scaffold when he’d wanted it to . Our only kiss was like an accident – a beautiful gasoline rainbow.

p.76

“Are you in love with Samuel?”
“Yes.”
“Do you miss Susie?”
Because it was dark, because Ruth was facing away from her, because Ruth was almost a stranger, Lindsay said what she felt. “More than anyone will ever know.”

p.121

-it was a convergence of luck that had kept my sister safe so far. Everyday was a question mark.

p.299

Look what happens when you dream.

p.310

So there are cakes and pillows and colors galore, but underneath this more obvious patchwork quilt are places like a quiet room where you can go and hold someone’s hand and not have to say anything. Give no story. Make no claim. Where you can live at the edge of you skin as long as you wish.

p.325

Picture from u/brainwrongdan

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