Submitted by Fit-Recognition-3148 t3_110kooi in books
For me:
“My mother always started the story by saying, 'Well, she was born in the backseat of a stranger's car,' as though that explained why Wavy wasn't normal. It seemed to me that it could happen to anybody. Maybe on the way to the hospital, your parents' respectable, middle-class car broke down. That was not what happened to Wavy.” -All The Ugly And Wonderful Things By Bryn Greenwood
Lolita. light of my life. fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the rip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly an school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita. -Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
It is so appropriate to color hope yellow, like the sun we seldom saw. And as I begin to copy from the old memorandum journals that I kept for so long, a tittle comes as if inspired. Open the Window and Stand in the Sunshine. Yet, I hesitate to name our story that. For I think of us more as flowers in the attic. -Flowers In The Attic by VC Andrews
My name is Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourfeen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. In newspaper photos of missing girls from the seventies, most of them looked like me: white girls with mousy brown hair. This was before kids of all races and genders started appearing on milk cartons or the daily mail. It was still back when people believed things like that didn't happen.
- The Lovely Bones- Alice Seabold