Were I still the man Eo knew, I would have stood frozen in horror. But that man is gone. I mourn his passing every day. Forgetting more and more of who I was, what dreams I held, what things I loved. The sadness is numb. And I carry on despite the shadow it casts.
Kitabı okumaya ilk başladığımda dili biraz basit gelse de okudukça insan bu basitlikte bir güzellik buluyor bence. Hayatın içinden anlatıyor yazar. “Normal insanlar”ı anlatmadığı kesin, onu bir
“How strange to feel herself so completely under the control of another person, but also how ordinary. No one can be independent of other people completely, so why not give up the attempt, she thought, go running in the other direction, depend on people for everything, allow them to depend on you, why not.”