It was like she was thinking, How far can I go with this? How much more can I fit in my life without losing control?
Liane MoriartyWhy did she give up wine for Lent? Polly was more sensible. She had given up strawberry jam. Cecilia had never seen Polly show more than a passing interest in strawberry jam, although now, of course, she was always catching her standing at the open fridge, staring at it longingly. The power of denial.
Liane MoriartyThey say it's good to let your grudges go, but I don't know, I'm quite fond of my grudge. I tend it like a little pet.
Liane MoriartyA red traffic light loomed, and Cecilia slammed her foot on the brake. The fact that Polly no longer wanted a pirate party was breathtakingly insignificant in comparison to that poor man (thirty!) crashing to the ground for the freedom that Cecilia took for granted, but right now, she couldnโt pause to honor his memory, because a last-minute change of party theme was unacceptable. Thatโs what happened when you had freedom. You lost your mind over a pirate party.
Liane Moriarty