MILLER, Rand - MYST The Book of Ti'ana

MYST The Book of Ti'ana

By Rand Miller

Great things are happening, Aitrus.  I had hoped... Well, that perhaps it would be we few who would be the ones to make the breakthrough.

Pg. 76

The slight edge of bitterness in Telanis's voice again surprised Aitrus. He had always viewed Guild Master as a man wholly without desire; a loyal servant, happy to do whatever was required of him.

Pg. 77

"When my father fell ill, it was decided that I should keep him on as my adviser, so that I might benefit from his experience and wisdom." Veovis smiled. "And fortunately so, for he has kept me from many an error that my youth might otherwise have led me into."

Pg. 87

It is not necessarily the originality of a young man's work but the clarity of mind it reveals that is important. I merely marked a seriousness of intent in your writings and commented upon it to the young Lord's father.

Pg. 87

He has changed. The man is not the child he was.

Pg. 88

Given the choice, Aitrus would have spent his whole life exploring; drilling through the rock and surveying. But that, he understood, was a young man's job, and he would not be a young man all his life.

Pg. 91

... It would be the Maintainers who would first establish contact, for this was a most delicate matter and it was held that only the Maintainers could be vouchsafed to undertake that task properly.

Pg. 98

The more Veovis delayed their talk, the more uncomfortable Aitrus found himself at the thought of it.

Veovis wanted to be his friend, it seemed. But why? It made little sense to him. Surely Veovis had friends enough of his own? And even if that were not so, why him? Why not someone more suited to his  social role?

Perhaps it would all come clear. Yet he doubted it. The rock was predictable. It had its moods, yet it could be read, its actions foreseen. But who could say as much of a man?

Pg. 100

It was how he had taught her. Question and answer, all day and every day; forcing her to look, to focus on what was in front of her.

Pg. 124

As she watched him unwrap it, she thought of all the gifts he had bought her over the years.

Pg. 137

...a society ought to be judged not merely by the extent of its empire but by the quality of life of all its citizens. We are a rich people. We can afford to be generous. Indeed, I would argue that it is our moral duty to be generous,

Pg. 339

It was her father's voice. It was a long time since she had heard that voice - a long, long time since she had needed the comfort of it.

Pg. 522

ESQUIVEL, Laura - Like Water for Chocolate (Spanish: Como agua para chocolate)

Like Water for Chocolate (Spanish: Como agua para chocolate)

by Laura Esquivel

QUOTES FOR DISCUSSION

It would be nice if she could let that genius know about one little flaw in this perfect plan for taking care of women in their old age. If Tita couldn't marry and have children who would take care of her when she got old?

Pg. 11

How strange that Nacha, who is quite hard of hearing by that time, should have claimed to have heard this conversation.

Pg. 15

Perhaps not you heard what everyone else was afraid to say.

Pg. 15

She started to eat the Christmas Roll Nacha had left out on her bureau, along with a glass of milk; this remedy had proven effective many times. Nacha, with all her experience, knew that for Tita there was no pain that wouldn't disappear if she ate a delicious Christmas Roll. But this time it didn't work.

Pg. 19

Rosaura and Nacha had never been close.

Pg. 30

And so, arms around each other, Nacha and Tita wept until there were no more tears in Tita's eyes. Then she cried without tears, which is said to hurt even more,

Pg. 30

This Chinaman was a crafty fellow: he accepted notes issued by the revolutionary army in the North as payment for the merchandise is sold in the capital, even though the notes were worthless and not negotiable there. Naturally when he took these notes in payment, it was at a fraction of their value, but then he took them to the North, where they were worth their full value, and bought goods with them.

In the north he accepted the notes issued in the capital, at low value, of course, and so we spent the entire revolution, until he wound up a millionaire.

Pg. 32

Only the pan knows how the boiling soup feels, but I know how you feel, so stop crying, you're getting the meringue watery, and it won't set up properly - go now, go.

Pg. 35

She was aware that she, not her sister Rosaura, was the center of attention. The wedding guess we're not just performing a social, the wedding guess we're not just performing a social act, they wanted to observe her suffering, but she wouldn't give them that satisfaction. No. She heard, as she passed, The whispers in the church, and she felt each comment like a stab in her back.

Pg. 36

Tita was the last link in a chain of cooks who had been passing culinary secrets from generation to generation since ancient times, and she was considered the finest exponent of the marvelous art of cooking.

Pg. 48

All at once she seemed to hear Nacha's voice dictating a recipe, a prehispanic recipe involving rose petals.

Pg. 49

Mama Elena was merciless, killing with a single blow. But then again not always. For Tita she had made an exception, she had been killing her a little at a time since she was a child, and she still hadn't quite finished her off.

Pg. 49

If Pedro had asked Tita to run away with him, she wouldn't have hesitated for a moment, but it didn't.

Pg. 56

I have a very good aim and a very bad temper, Captain. The next shot is for you, and I assure you that I can shoot you before they can kill me, so it would be best for us to respect each other. If we die no one will miss me very much, but won't the nation mourn your loss?

Pg. 90

The chickens are filled with ground wheat or oats and then placed, feathers and all, into a glazed earthenware pot. The pot is covered tightly using a narrow strip of cloth; that way the meat can be kept for more than a week. It had been a common practice on the ranch since ancient times, when they had to preserve animals after  a hunting party.

Pg. 92

She set her down in front of the stone metate and set her to grinding the spices with the chiles.

Pg. 93

Unquestionably, I came to dividing, dismantling, dismembering, desolating, detaching, dispossessing, destroying, or dominating, Mama Elena was a pro.

Pg. 97

In this case, the oxygen, for example, we come from the breath of the person you love; a candle could be any kind of food, music, caress, word, horse sound that engenders the explosion that lights one of the matches.

Pg.115

She envied Tita for having the courage to refuse to go back to the ranch. She wished she could do the same, but she didn't dare. She'd heard talk since she was a child about the bad things that happen to women who disobey their parents and masters and leave the house.

Pg. 127

And although it might have seemed she would benefit from not having to do any other work then cooking and serving my Nama Elena, it wasn't so. At first she received the news with pleasure, but once the shouts and reproaches started, she realized that you can't have a slice without paying for the loaf.

Pg. 133

They all laughed at that, but when Rosaura explained to Alex that he couldn't because this little girl was just to take care of her until the day she died, Tita felt her hair stand on end.

Pg. 150

When the talk turns to eating, a subject of the greatest importance, Only fools and sick men don't give it the attention it deserves.

Pg. 156

Ingredients for the chocolate

2 pounds Soconusco chocolate beans

2 pounds Maracaibo chocolate beans

2 pounds Caracas chocolate beans

4 to 6 pounds sugar, to taste

Pg. 164

It's very important to pay attention to this sort of detail, since the goodness of the chocolate depends on three things, namely: that the chocolate beans used are good and without defect, that you mix several different types of beans to make the chocolate, and, finally, the amount of toasting.

Pg. 165

While Tita was forming the squares, she mourned for the Three Kings' days of her childhood, when she didn't have such serious problems. Our biggest worry then was that the Magi never brought her what she asked for, but instead what Mama Elena thought best for her.

Pg. 167

It was called a little movie, because it was an apparatus for projecting images on the wall using a petroleum lamp as a light source, producing an effect like a movie; but its real name was "zoetrope."

Pg. 167

Tita began the Three Kings' Day bread at last.

Ingredients

30 grams fresh yeast

1 1/2 kilos flour

8 eggs

1 Tablespoon salt

2 Tablespoons orange-blossom water

1 1/2 cups milk

300 grams sugar

300 grams butter

250 grams candied fruit

2 porcelain doll

Pg. 168

She didn't know how she would react to what "they" would say if Pedro left her, she couldn't stand it. Her only consolation was that at least she had her daughter Esperanza, who was obliged to stay with her forever.

Pg. 171

The commission had been earned by sheer hard work, she fought like mad on the field of battle. Leadership was in her blood, and once she joined the army, she began a rapid ascent through powerful positions until she arrived at the top;

Pg. 178

That was chocolate prepared like it used to be. Eyes closed, Gertrudis offered up a silent prayer, asking that Tita be granted many more years in which to prepare the family recipes. Neither she nor Rosaura knew how to make them; when Tita died, her family's past would die with her.

Pg. 179

Much to her surprise she found that the beans still weren't done, despite the hours they had been cooking. Something strange was going on. Tita remembered that Nacha had always said that when people argue while preparing tamales, the tamales won't get cooked. They can be heated day after day and still stay raw, because the tamales are angry. In a case like that, you have to sing to them, which makes them happy; then they'll cook.

Pg. 219

MURPHY, Jim - An American Plague: The True and Terrifying Story of the Yellow Fever Epidemic of 1793

AN AMERICAN PLAGUE: 

THE TRUE AND TERRIFYING STORY OF
THE YELLOW FEVER EPIDEMIC OF 1793

by Jim Murphy

QUOTES FOR DISCUSSION

Washington was then president of the United States, and Philadelphia was the temporary capital of the young nation and the center of its federal government.

Pg. 3

Naturally, the French Republic had time to the United States for help, only to have President Washington hesitate.

Pg. 5

"There was something in the heat and drought," the good doctor, [Dr. Rush], speculated, "which was uncommon, in their influence upon the human body."

Pg. 6

The Reverend J. Henry C. Helmuth of the Lutheran congregation, too, thought something was wrong in the city, though it had nothing to do with sickness of the body. It was the souls of its citizens he worried about. "Philadelphia... seemed to strive to exceed all other places in the breaking of the Sabbath," he noted. An increasing number people shunned church and went instead to the taverns, where they drank and gambled; too many others spent their free time in theaters which displayed "rope dancing and other shows." Sooner or later, he warned, the city would feel God's displeasure.

Pg. 6

Eight deaths in the space of a week in two houses on the same street... But the city did not take notice. Summer fevers were common visitors to all American cities in the eighteenth century, and therefore not headline news.

Pg. 9

He, [Dr. Benjamin Rush], was passionate and outspoken in his beliefs, no matter what the subject. He opposed slavery, shelf that alcohol and tobacco should be avoided, urged that the corporal punishment of children be stopped, and thought that the best way to keep a democracy strong was by having universal education.

Pg. 12

The sickness begin with chills, headache, and a painful aching in the back, arms, and legs. A high fever developed, accompanied by constipation. This stage lasted around three days, and then the fever suddenly broke and the patients seem to recover. But only for a few short hours. The next stage saw the fever shoot up again. The skin and eyeballs turned yellow, as red blood cells were destroyed, causing the bile pigment bilirubin to accumulate in the body; nose, gums, and intestines begin bleeding; and the patient vomited stale, black blood. Finally, the pulse grew weak, the tongue turned a dry brown, and the victim became depressed, confused, and delirious. Rush noted another sign as well; tiny reddish eruptions on the skin. ...they "resembled moscheto bites."

Pg. 13

The symptoms he was seeing reminded him of a sickness that had swept through Philadelphia back in 1762, when he was sixteen years old and studying under Dr. Redmond. ... He boldly announced that the disease they now confronted was the dreaded yellow fever.

Pg. 15

Yellow fever was one of the most vicious diseases in the world and would create Panic anywhere. It appeared suddenly, savaged its victims' bodies, and - because there was absolutely no cure - killed at an alarming pace.

Pg.15

The next day, Governor Mifflin claimed he wasn't feeling well and headed for his country home far from the fouled air of the state house. In effect, the government of Pennsylvania had closed its doors as tightly as any of Philadelphia's shopkeepers had.

Pg. 37

Every one of them had suffered in one way or another at the hands of whites some of them in appalling ways.

Pg. 49

As recently as that very summer they had been shown their position in the Philadelphia society that was now pleading for their help.

Pg. 50

If any group of individuals had reason to ignore the suffering of their neighbors, the Elders of the Free African Society certainly did. Yep they did not hesitate. They were, as Jones and Allen would write later, "sensible that it was our duty to do all the good we could to our fellow mortals."

Pg. 50

To say that Clarkson was grateful for their aid is an understatement; everyone else the mayor had counted on to help battle the spreading fever - leaders in the business community, church groups, elected representatives, and civil servants - had fled in terror. The Free African Society was the one and only group to step forward and offer its services.

Pg. 51

That is why the mayor and a small group of citizens had taken the drastic and illegal step of calling for the formation of a special committee to run Philadelphia. Clarkson and his committee had, in effect, seized control of the government. If he needed proof that this was a necessary action, it greeted him that morning at the steps of city hall. There Clarkson had to push his way through a crowd of vendors selling coffins and patent medicine cures.

Pg. 68

"Others... looked only for mere cold, whether attendance by rain or not, because histories of this fever assured them that cold had always been faithful to the infection."

Pg. 82

Almost all epidemics follow the same pattern, striking during warm weather, disappearing with the first hard frost.

Pg. 97

It was in 1900 that a young doctor, Jesse Lazear, entered the picture as a member of the US Army Yellow Fever Commission.

Pg. 130

Despite the evidence provided by Reed's commission, many people were still not convinced that the bite of a tiny mosquito could cause a fatal illness.

Pg. 132

The actual source of the yellow fever virus -  tree-dwelling monkeys in African and American rain forests - was not identified until 1929.  And a safe and effective vaccine was not developed until 1937.

Pg. 132

BADANI, Sejal - The Storyteller's Secret

THE STORYTELLER’S SECRET
by Sejal Badani

QUOTES FOR DISCUSSION

It’s not who I ever thought I would be, but then I’ve learned life rarely works out as we hope.

Pg. 3

As if I were a science project, she tells me my future in clipped words devoid of emotion.

Pg. 4

When we finally became pregnant...

Pg. 13

Since I never confided in them before, I don’t tell them the truth now—that moments of blackness still follow me everywhere and that the pain from the D&C is a daily reminder of my loss.

Pg. 16

My mother was physically present for me in every tangible way that could matter. It is the intangible connection we have somehow always lacked.

Pg. 17

“She’s hurting right now.” Anger stings me. I am hurting too, but my father always has taken my mother’s side first. “She received some news from India,” he explains.

Pg. 18

I am escaping my reality in the hopes of saving my sanity.

Pg. 28

... nothing has prepared me for the reality of my parents’ homeland and its contrast with mine.

Pg. 29

Your grandmother believed photographs hid the truth about a person, offering only an illusion.

Pg. 36

“It was because I was unwanted, dismissed as a burden on society, that I met your grandmother.” His face softens at the mention of her. “For that I would live a hundred times as an untouchable.”

Pg. 37

I keep an eye out for wayward reptiles while I bathe quickly

Pg. 41

My instincts caution me to run, to refuse his offer, and let my mother’s secrets stay safe. But the part of me that is broken, that yearns for something other than my relentless pain, demands the truth.

Pg. 43

Amisha had stood by Chara’s side when her two daughters were married. Amisha had remembered her own wedding day and had laid her arm across Chara’s shoulders in comfort and empathy. When Chara turned fully into Amisha’s arms and sobbed, the two crossed an unspoken threshold and became one in sorrow.

Pg. 69

She then silently wished for the birth of a daughter.

Pg. 71

Desperate to learn, she’d stolen her brothers’ textbooks and read by candlelight after everyone slept.

Pg. 74

“It is probably a neighbor stopping in for some lassi.”

Pg. 96

I will also advise that when they travel in their stories, they respect the people they meet and the values they hold. Their way of life is not for us to judge but our opportunity to learn.

Pg. 108

I had never been a parent before I had you,’ I told them. ‘I am learning to be your mama as you are to be my sons.’”

Pg. 109

I keep the truth from my mother because that is how we operate and I know nothing different.

Pg. 125

Given the freedom to decide, have I ever made a decision, or have I blindly followed the steps laid out for me? When we reach, we always chance a fall.

Pg. 126

“I want all of you to write about creating something you want, destroying something you don’t need, and protecting what is vital. But you must explain how your heart, your soul, and your mind feel about each event.”

Pg. 145

I have always taken my material trappings for granted, but now, seeing Ravi’s pride in the little that he has, I’m ashamed to admit I can’t remember a time when I fully appreciated them.

Pg. 187

Though my leaving for India was an excuse to run away, I have since learned about the women who came before me.

Pg. 193

“You still don’t want to know?” “No story is going to change what happened.” Something in the way she says it catches my attention. “What happened, Mom?”

Pg. 195

As much as she wanted to believe that independence for India meant independence for everyone, she knew it might not be.

Pg. 224

“All the headstones spoke of how loved the person was and of his roles in life—parent, child, grandparent. Not one mentioned the color of the person.” “It did not matter in death,” Ravi says. “No. All that was left of the person was bones. The same as everyone else.” I wondered if they knew that at the end, we are all the same, just a body with only our actions and others’ memories to define who we are. “Whatever separates us in life has no relevance in death.”

Pg. 230

Laws are slow to change what is in people’s hearts.

Pg. 233

I am embarrassed for my self-centeredness, for not having asked more about his life and focused only on mine.

Pg. 237

Their worries would have been about school and friends, the prom, and where to travel for spring break. It both shames and gives me pause that I have lived my life on the sidelines, never knowing or caring that others live in such misfortune.

Pg. 238

“Maybe today, in helping to ease others’ pain, you ease a little of your own?”

Pg. 279

I shut my eyes and imagine my babies playing, their laughter a balm to the wounds that refuse to heal. I would have shushed their cries with hugs and joined in their laughter. To them I would have given more of myself than I had ever given before.

Pg. 318

I think I would give anything to have you as you were,” Deepak answered honestly. “When you were at the school.”

Pg. 340

As a child, Ravi was taught that death was a matter of time, neither to be feared nor fought. Life was a punishment, and the time spent on earth an ordeal. For an untouchable, death provided relief from life’s misery and a welcome return to oblivion.

Pg. 347

My grandmother never believed love was her right or that she would be valued for her writing. Yet I had attained success in both, never having had to make a sacrifice for either.

Pg. 359

It felt like all we had at the end was pain, but when I moved out, I missed everything about you. Your smile, your laughter, your obsession with making sure every word you wrote was perfect.” He takes a deep breath. “I missed my best friend. I missed my wife.”

Pg. 361

I refuse to criticize the man who lived his life with integrity and always supported his friend without judgment.

Pg. 379

Some turns were my choice whereas others were a forced detour. Each one led me to where I am standing today.

Pg. 382

LINDBERGH, Anne Morrow - Gift from the Sea

GIFT FROM THE SEA by Anne Morrow Lindbergh

QUOTES FOR DISCUSSION

… a little hermit crab, who has run away, leaving his tracks behind him like a delicate vine on the sand. He ran away, and left me his shell. It was once a protection to him.

Pg. 15

Why did he run away? Did he hope to find a better home, a better mode of living? I too have run away, I realize, I have shed the shell of my life for these few weeks of vacation.

Pg. 16

The American woman is still relatively free to choose the wider life. How long she will hold this enviable and precarious position no one knows. But her particular situation has a significance far above his apparent economic, national or even sex limitations.

Pg. 21

Plotinus was preaching the dangers of multiplicity of the world back in the third century. Yet, the problem is particularly and essentially woman’s. Distraction is, always has been, and probably always will be, inherent in woman’s life.

Pg. 22

One collects material possession not only for security, comfort or vanity, but for beautify as well. Is your sea-shell house not ugly and bare? No, it is beautiful, my house. It is bare, of course, but the wind, the sun, the smell of the pines blow through its bareness.

Pg. 27

To ask how little, not how much, can I get along with. To say – is it necessary? – when I am tempted to add one more accumulation to my life, when I am pulled toward one more centrifugal activity.

Pg. 28

The final answer, I know, is always inside. But the outside can give a clue, can help one to find the inside answer. One is free, like the hermit crab, to change one’s shell.

Pg. 29

We are solitary. WE may delude ourselves and act as though this were not so. That is all. But how much better is it to realize that we are, yes, even to being by assuming it.

Pg. 35

How one hates to think of oneself as alone. How one avoids it. It seems to imply rejection or unpopularity. An early wallflower panic still clings to the word. One will be left, one fears, sitting in a straight-backed chair alone, while the popular girls are already chose and spinning around the dance…

Pg. 35

Every person, especially every woman, should be alone sometime during the year, some part of each week, and each day.

Pg. 42

Is this then only an economic problem? I do not think so. Every paid worker, no matter where in the economic scale, expects a day off a week and a vacation a year. By and large, mothers and housewives are the only workers who do not have regular time off. They are the great vacationless class. They rarely even complain of their lack, apparently not considering occasional time to themselves as a justifiable need.

Pg. 42

A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one’s husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.

Pg. 63

- if only we could have each of our children alone, not just for part of each day, but for part of each month, each year. Would they not be happier, stronger and, in the end, more independent because more secure?  

Pg. 63

Evening is the time for conversation. Morning is for mental work, I feel, the habit of school-days persisting in me. Afternoon is for physical tasks, the out-of-door jobs. But evening is for sharing, for communication.

Pg. 94

BACKMAN, Fredrik - A Man Named Ove

A MAN NAMED OVE

By  Fredrik Backman

QUOTES FOR DISCUSSION

"So this is one of those O-pads, is it?"

Pg. 1

"No I don't want a 'lap top.' I want a computer."

Pg. 2

Might have known, thought Ove. On this street no one took the trouble to get up any earlier than they had to.

Pg. 6

He walked across the parking area and strolled back and forth along all the garages to make sure none of them had been burgled in the night or set on fire by gangs of vandals. Such things had never happened around here, but then Ove had never skipped one of his inspections either.

Pg.7

Not that anyone had asked Ove to do it, but if men like Ove didn't take the initiative there'd be anarchy. There'd be bags of trash all over the place.

Pg.8

Ove has paid his mortgage. Done his duty. Gone to work. Never taken a day of sick leave. ... No one does that anymore, no one takes responsibility.

Pg. 11

But Ove's hook is going to be as solid as a rock. He's going to screw it in so hard that when the house is demolished it'll be the last thing standing.

Pg. 12

They were all unchanged from yesterday, but he turned them down a little more just to be on the safe side.

Pg. 25

He always knows when it's about to snow because his wife starts nagging about turning up the heat in the bedroom.

Pg. 25

Once the generator has charged up the fan heater, it runs for thirty minutes on the little battery Ove has hooked it up to, and his wife keeps it on her side of the bed. She can run it a couple of times before they go to bed, but only a couple - no need to be lavish about it ("Diesel isn't free, you know.")

Pg. 25

"It's getting worse and worse,"

Pg. 28

This entailed a longer route to the shopping center, but there were fewer traffic lights.

Pg. 29

Apparently there was no longer any value in being able to lay your own floorboards or refurbish a room with rising damp or change winter tires.

Pg. 37

Tom had worked many years at the railway, but Ove never heard any of his father's colleagues say one good word about Tom. He was dishonest and malicious, that's what they said after couple bottles of pilsner at their parties. But he'd never heard it from his dad.

Pg. 43

The director says you are just like your father.

Pg. 73

And that's how he ended up in his father's old boots. He worked hard, never complained, and was never ill.

Pg. 73

People always said Ove and Ove's wife were like night and day.

Pg. 108

She loved only abstract things like music and books strange words. Ove was a man entirely filled with tangible things. He liked screwdrivers and oil filters. He went through life with his hands firmly shoved into his pockets. She danced.

Pg. 108

Ove had never been asked how he lived before he met her. But if anyone had asked him, he would have answered that he didn't.

Pg. 131

When he was driving somewhere each other up schedules and plans and decided where they'd fill up and when they'd stop for coffee, all in the interest of making the trip as time efficient as possible. He studied maps and estimated exactly how long each leg of the journey would take and how they should avoid rush-hour traffic.

Pg. 140

Ove and her father sat in buttoned-up silence opposite each other, staring down at their food for almost an hour, while she tried to encourage some form of civilized conversation. Neither of the men could quite understand what they were doing there, apart from the fact that it was important to the only woman either of them cared about.

pg 153

... avoiding her gaze by suddenly feeling incredibly interested in the hall lamp.

Pg. 159

On the fourth day Sonja got out of bed and started cleaning the cottage with such frenetic energy that Ove kept out of her way, in the way that insightful folk avoid an oncoming tornado.

Pg. 168

He distracts himself from this emotion by assiduously inspecting the TV remote control.

Pg. 162

They sat behind desks made of a light-colored wood in various municipal offices and they apparently had endless amounts of time to instruct Ove in what documents had to be filled in for various purposes, but no time at all to discuss the measures that were needed for Sonja to get better.

Pg. 202

The ones who arrived in the classroom with police escorts yet when they left could recite four-hundred-year-old poetry.

Pg. 205

Every human being needs to know which is fighting for. ...And she fought for what was good. For the children she never had.

Pg. 205

Both men, once as close as man of that sort could be, stare at each other. One of them a man who refuses to forget the past, and one who can't remember it at all.

Pg. 218

She takes I half a step out the door, as if she wants to say something more. Maybe something about Sonja, how deeply she misses her best friend. How she misses what they had, all four of them, when they first moved onto this street almost forty years ago. How she even misses the way Rune and Ove used to argue.

Pg. 222

Many people find it difficult living with someone who likes to be alone. It grates on those who can handle it themselves.

Pg. 224

I had a look at a Renault.

Pg.229