Someone could cut through the mess in our house and look at it like one might look at rings on a tree or layers of sediment. They'd find the black-and-white hairs of a dog we had when I was six, the acid-washed jeans my mother once wore, the seven blood-soaked pillowcases from the time I skinned my knee. All our family secrets rest in endless piles.
Holly BlackThis, the language of deception, we both understand. We were born to it, along with the curses.
Holly BlackYou can always count on your family to love you. And to betray you. And then to feel guilty about it.
Holly BlackHe runs to the sink to spit it out. I grin. Thereโs nothing quite as funny as someone elseโs misery.
Holly Black