Chicks On Lit discussion

Sometimes a passage, probably more than a quote, evokes such a personal response, or resonates so fully we want to share. Since I came upon such a passage last evening, I thought I'd open a thread. ;-)

From Angle of Repose: Susan, of the passage below, is about to be separated from her husband Oliver for an unknown time, at least several months, perhaps more than a year, and is heading eastward, late 1870s.

"Nevertheless, Susan had a spasm of utter panic, a black, blinding blot of despair, when the train started out of the Cheyenne station leaving Oliver on the platform with his carpetbag and his rolled tent at his feet, his hat in his hand, the spring sun in his eyes. He seemed to be smiling, but he might have been only squinting against the light. She pressed her frantic face to the glass and kept her handkerchief fluttering as he walked, then trotted, beside the train. The platform ended and he stopped abruptly, began to go backward. Susan seized Ollie from his basket and held him so harshly to the window for a parting sight of his father that she made him cry. Immediately she began to cry herself, hugging him to her and straining for a last glimpse backward. He had passed from sight, the track-side ditch was full of muddy water out of which rose the stark poles of the telegraph line. It all swam and drowned in her tears. She heard Mary Prager say something savingly matter-of-fact, she heard Conrad murmur that he guessed he would go back on the platform and smoke a cigar."

Thanks Elizabeth.... great idea for a thread and I loved this passage. It really resonates with you.

Great idea Elizabeth and I loved the passage you've shared with us as well! Powerful.

Thanks Elizabeth for starting this thread and sharing the passage!

I think the passage that resonates most with me right now is one from a book I recently read by Julie Buxbaum called After You A Novel.

"Last Thursday, when Lucy stopped breathing, there is no doubt that a part of me died too. The history of who I am-the accumulation of a million memories from a thirty-one-year friendship, the knowledge that at least one person in the world could see me, that at least one person in the world would always know me-has been washed empty. I picture her blood trickling between the cobblestones, and one of the most important voices in my head, certainly the most constant, goes with it."

Wow Cindy, that's an incredible passage too!

Wow is right! I think I'll add this book (After You A Novel) to my TBR list.

That's a really good one too.....

Thank you, Cindy. Yes, added to my Wish List.