Sunday, May 16, 2010

that day after day was unconsciously squandered

Sunday, May 16, 2010

"...oh, what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm ones, that love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose it.  And if her platter had been full with the goodness of Henry and she found it burdensome, had flicked off crumbs at a time, it was because she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered." (Elizabeth Strout, Olive Kitteridge, 2008)

2 comments:

unstranger said...

A superb piece of writing.

Angeli said...

Prejudiced against its winning the 2009 Pulitzer Prize, i was ready to hate this book when i picked it up. In the middle of the first story I knew that Olive Kitteridge deserve all the accolades it received. I absolutely love it. :)

 
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