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467 pages, Hardcover
First published March 5, 2024
"I'd say he got religion," Bobby says. "The Yanks do always be getting religion. Then they're not allowed do the business unless they're married."
"Where would he get any religion round here?" Senan demands. "Everyone's Catholic. You don't get that; it's not the fuckin' chickenpox. You're either born with it or you're not."
“Down at the bottom of the mountain, among the pretty little fields and the neat smug bungalows, Ardnakelty is ripping itself to pieces.”
“I don’t blame you for wanting revenge,” Lena says. “But you haveta take into account where it’ll lead, whether you like it or not. That’s what I mean when I tell you not to act like a child. Children don’t take things into account. Adults have no choice.”
“It seems laden with too many things that a kid Trey’s age is incapable of knowing, even if he could explain them to her: the full weight and reach of her choices, how unthinkingly and how permanently things can be forfeited. She’s much too young to have something the size of her future in her hands.”
“Things are shifting in the layers of Trey’s mind: plates grating across each other, crushing old things and heaving new ones to the surface, faster and more painfully than they should have.”
“She feels like she’s drowning, deeper in bog every second, the mountain sucking her down.”
”She feels like she needs to be ready, just in case. The feeling is familiar and strange at the same time. Trey is good at noticing things outside herself but uninterested in noticing things inside, so it takes her awhile to recognize that this is the way she felt most of the time, up until a couple of years ago and Cal and Lena. It faded away so gradually that she forgot it, till now.”