Brunch with Stephen Salvatore: https://www.abctales.com/blog/helix888/brunch-stephen-salvatore
Brunch with Stephen Salvatore: https://www.abctales.com/blog/helix888/brunch-stephen-salvatore
My Night With Nancy Drew: https://www.abctales.com/blog/helix888/night-nancy-drew
CRAVING SATURDAY AFTERNOON
I know the author made fun of this being a movie in the book but can somebody buy the film rights!!! Either this is brilliant or my imagination is, and it must be the former! This is a perfect summer thriller, even the simplicity of the writing style compliments the stakes, the pacing and most importantly the thrill!!!
Favourite quote: The Chain is a cruel method of exploiting the most important human emotion—the capacity for love—to make money.
“The most important thing is that The Chain itself continues. Some of the people on it will be richer than others, but more crucial than their wealth is the fact that they have to be clever and discreet enough to add another link and keep the whole thing going. Each individual link in The Chain is precious. The targets have to have money but they also have to be competent and pliable and afraid."
“A reputation is one hell of a thing to have; you got to kill yourself to keep it.”~
This quick, somewhat light read is about growing up, how part of growing up involves growing apart and hopefully coming together again stronger. I won't say if this is true or not for our protagonists Mark and Byron, but I will say, yes, people change, and eventually someone get's left behind, but just make sure it's the right person. If that makes sense.
“I‘ve fought to remain strong. I‘ve fought to not feel too sorry for myself when I‘m around other people. But sitting here with my mother, I crave weakness. I just want to be able to give up for a little while. I want her to take over and hug me and tell me it‘ll all be okay. And for the next fifteen minutes while I cry in her arms, that‘s exactly what happens. I just stop fighting for myself because I need someone else to do it for me.”
Ever been broken in places that are already broken? Get your plasters out because this book could kill.
My favourite quote: "Imagine all the people you meet in your life. There are so many. They come in like waves, trickling in and out with the tide. Some waves are much bigger and make more of an impact than others. Sometimes the waves bring with them things from deep in the bottom of the sea and they leave those things tossed onto the shore."
City of Glass, Ghosts, The Locked Room, all complete 🌟🌟🌟🌟/🌟 I would've given it a perfect score if Ghosts didn't sour my love a little, it was my least favourite. Luckily, it didn't put me off entirely because after falling hard and fast for City of Glass, going through a rough patch with Ghosts, The Locked room reignited my romance for the trilogy and after the last sentence it felt like I lost something... in a good way. 💞
"...Stories without endings can do nothing but go on forever, and to be caught in one means that you must die before your part in it is played out. My only hope is that there is an end to what I am about to say, that somewhere I will find a break in the darkness. This hope is what I define as courage, but whether there is reason to hope is another question entirely.” 2/2
"Only darkness has the power to make a man open his heart to the world, and darkness is what surrounds me whenever I think of what happened. If courage is needed to write about it, I also know that writing about it is the one chance I have to escape. But I doubt this will happen, not even if I manage to tell the truth..." 1/2
“He was the one who was with me, the one who shared my thoughts, the one I saw whenever I looked up from myself.
But that was a long time ago. We grew up, went off to different places, drifted apart. None of that is very strange, I think. Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.”
"...For man is a fallen creature— we know that from Genesis. Humpty Dumpty is also a fallen creature. He falls from his wall, and no one can put him back together again—neither the king, nor his horses, nor his men. But that is what we must all now strive to do. It is our duty as human beings: to put the egg back together again. For each of us, sir, is Humpty Dumpty. And to help him is to help ourselves.” 2/2
“Humpty Dumpty: the purest embodiment of the human condition. Listen carefully, sir. What is an egg? It is that which has not yet been born. A paradox, is it not? For how can Humpty Dumpty be alive if he has not been born? ... For all men are eggs, in a manner of speaking. We exist, but we have not yet achieved the form that is our destiny. We are pure potential, an example of the not-yet-arrived..." 1/2
"...The world was outside of him, around him, before him, and the speed with which it kept changing made it impossible for him to dwell on any one thing for very long... By wandering aimlessly, all places became equal, and it no longer mattered where he was. On his best walks, he was able to feel that he was nowhere. And this, finally, was all he ever asked of things: to be nowhere." 2/2
“Each time he took a walk, he felt as though he were leaving himself behind, and by giving himself up to the movement of the streets, by reducing himself to a seeing eye, he was able to escape the obligation to think, and this, more than anything else, brought him a measure of peace, a salutary emptiness within..." 1/2
"... It is imprecise; it is false; it hides the thing it is supposed to reveal. And if we cannot even name a common, everyday object that we hold in our hands, how can we expect to speak of the things that truly concern us? Unless we can begin to embody the notion of change in the words we use, we will continue to be lost.” 7/7
"...In general, people do. At the very limit, they will say the umbrella is broken. To me this is a serious error, the source of all our troubles. Because it can no longer perform its function, the umbrella has ceased to be an umbrella. It might resemble an umbrella, it might once have been an umbrella, but now it has changed into something else. The word, however, has remained the same. Therefore, it can no longer express the thing..." 6/7
"... A pencil is for writing, a shoe is for wearing, a car is for driving. Now, my question is this. What happens when a thing no longer performs its function? Is it still the thing, or has it become something else? When you rip the cloth off the umbrella, is the umbrella still an umbrella? You open the spokes, put them over your head, walk out into the rain, and you get drenched. Is it possible to go on calling this object an umbrella?... " 5/7
"....You see a kind of stick, with collapsible metal spokes on top that form an armature for a waterproof material which, when opened, will protect you from the rain. This last detail is important. Not only is an umbrella a thing, it is a thing that performs a function—in other words, expresses the will of man. When you stop to think of it, every object is similar to the umbrella, in that it serves a function... " 4/7
"...But words, as you yourself understand, are capable of change. The problem is how to demonstrate this. That is why I now work with the simplest means possible—so simple that even a child can grasp what I am saying. Consider a word that refers to a thing—‘umbrella,‘ for example. When I say the word ‘umbrella,‘ you see the object in your mind..." 3/7
“You see, I am in the process of inventing a new language....”
“A new language?”
“Yes. A language that will at last say what we have to say. For our words no longer correspond to the world. When things were whole, we felt confident that our words could express them. But little by little these things have broken apart, shattered, collapsed into chaos..." 1/7
I've come to the end and I can't say I didn't call it. In spite of what the protagonist felt about love, monogamy, polyamory etc When he was ready to grow up, he was ready. That's all I'll say😅
Ingrid strokes my head reassuringly and says, “I feel like I caught a beautiful bird in the wild and put it in a cage, just for me to look at.”
I listen. She knows. She understands me.
“The cage is near the window, and the bird keeps looking outside and thinking about life out there. And I need to open the cage and let it go, because it belongs in the wild.”
“That meek old man with the blank stare was probably beaten senseless by his father; the sad-looking obese guy in an undersized T-shirt may have grown up with a mom who expressed love only through her cooking; the uptight businessman was likely raised by strict parents who never allowed him to be imperfect. Suddenly there seem to be very few adults in the world, just suffering children and overcompensating adolescents.”
“I used to think that intelligence came from books and knowledge and rational thought. But that‘s not intelligence: It‘s just information and interpretation. Real intelligence is when your mind and your heart connect. That‘s when you see the truth so clearly... that you don‘t have to think about it. In fact, all thinking will do is lead you away from the truth and soon you‘ll be back in your head, groping with a penlight in the dark again.”
I finally got to the end of this book, and though I did enjoy it, it got sluggish in some parts. My favourite quote came towards the end of the book: "Poker gives you the illusion of manipulating chance and making it serve you. Your daddy taught you that skill and self control can defeat the tyranny of randomness, that it doesn't matter whether you're "lucky" or "unlucky". This may be true at the card table, but it's woefully untrue in life..."
Tragedy scares us, hides us, more importantly it destroys. Especially when we think we're fine or we should be. Then twenty years pass (as in the book) and the only things that really change are your zip codes, friends, relationship status and time. And that tragedy you tried to forget didn't really evolve, it still haunts. I appreciated the set up of each characters family dynamics because it serviced that ending. And wow, I loved that ending😃
“Barb told Sharon something that Kyle (her son) had said last week: Mom, it‘s different for me than for you. We moved to where you grew up, so you‘re home. I‘m not. You drive around knowing all the roads. I don‘t. You went back to your maiden name, but it‘s your name. Gallagher is not my name. It never was.
“Sharon winced. “So what did you say?”
“I said, ‘Honey, you‘re right and I‘m sorry it turned out this way.‘ ”
“Most commercial music disappears when the generation that made it dies.."
"But the objective world is different. Here, we traffic in literal facts—but the permanence of those facts matters less than the means by which they are generated.” 2/2
"Everyone concedes we have the potential to be subjectively wrong about anything, as long as we don‘t explicitly name whatever that something is. Our sense of subjective reality is simultaneously based on an acceptance of abstract fallibility (“Who is to say what constitutes good art?”) and a casual certitude that we‘re right about exclusive assertions that feel like facts (“The Wire represents the apex of television”). "1/2
“Do you unconsciously believe that Shakespeare was an objectively better playwright than his two main rivals, Christopher Marlowe and Ben Jonson? If so, have no fear—as far as the world is concerned, he was. He is remembered in a way that Marlowe and Jonson are not, particularly by those who haven‘t really thought about any of these guys, ever.
To matter forever, you need to matter to those who don‘t care. And if that strikes you as sad, be sad."