Where the Crawdads Sing
Delia OwensSözler ve Alıntılar
Imagination grows in the loneliest of soils.
Nature is audacious enough to ensure that the males who send out dishonest signals or go from one female to the next almost always end up alone.
Jodie felt the lonely life hanging in her kitchen. It was there in the tiny supply of onions in the vegetable basket, the single plate drying in the rack, the cornbread wrapped carefully in a tea towel, the way an old widow might do it.
Finally the fear came. From a place deeper than the sea. Fear from knowing she would be alone again. Probably always. A life sentence.
If anyone understood loneliness, the moon would.
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