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« Sitting in my bed, I listened to this song, written for me by a man who did not know me, sung by the one who knew me best. »
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Sarah Dessen
That song... |
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Sarah Dessen
That song...
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« He took my existential anxieties very seriously, convinced that he had deranged his daughter for good, that he had ruined my life for the long term. On the contrary, he had done nothing else since my birth than to hold me at arm's length, to do everything in his power to protect me. And this, even - what I say, especially - when the rest of my world was falling apart. »
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Sarah Dessen
The rest of the story |
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Sarah Dessen
The rest of the story
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« Many words had been used throughout the years to describe my mother, both before and after her death in 2013. "Sublime," it was often said, and just after "lit," or its more magnanimous, "passionate" equivalent. We also sometimes added "upsetting," "exquisite" and "full of spirit." But they were just words. My mother had never been a simple combination of letters. »
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Sarah Dessen
The rest of the story |
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Sarah Dessen
The rest of the story
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