读过 Little Fires Everywhere
Inside, the house was already full to overflowing. There were mimosas and an omelet station. There were caterers offering bite-sized quiches and poached eggs in puddles of velvety hollandaise. There was a three-tiered pink-and-white cake, draped in fondant and topped with a sugar figurine of a baby holding the number 1 in its chubby hands. And everywhere pink and white streamers unfurling their triumphant way toward the kitchen table, where ..., the birhday girl, nestled in ...'s arms.
引自第113页p 159Some years later, she would drive five and a half hours, daughter in tow, to the great March on Washington, and MRs. ... would forever remember that day, the sun forcing her eyes into a squint, the scrum of people pressed thigh to thigh, the hot fug of sweat rising from the crowd ,the Washington Monument rising far off in the distance, like a spike stretching to pierce the clouds. She clamped her mother's hand in hers, terrified that her mother might be swept away. 引自第113页p267Asian men could be socially inept and incompetent and ridiculous, like a Long Duk Dong, or at best unthreatening and slightly buffoonish, like a Jackie Chan. They are not allowed to be angry and articulate and powerful. 引自第113页p 308When Mia had finished, Pearl sat quietly, tracing the lines of quilting that spiraled across the bedspread. She had told Pearl the outline of everything, though they both knew all the details would be a long time in coming. They would trickle out in dribs and drabs, memories surfacing suddenly, prompted by the merest thread, the way memories often do. For years afterward, Mia would spot a yellow house as they drove by, or a battered repair truck, or see two children climbing up a hillside, and would say, "Did I ever tell you." and Pear would snap to attention, ready to gather another small glittering shard of her history. Everything, she had come to understand, was something like infinity. They might never come close, but they could approach a point where, for all intents and purposes, she knew all that she needed to know. It would simply take time, and patience. For now, she knew enough. 引自第113页P 336Everything that had infuriated her about Izzy, even before she'd taken her first breath, had been rooted in that on fear, that she might lose her. And now she had. A thin wail rose from her throat, sharp as the blade of a knife.
For the first time, her heart began to shatter, thinking of her child out there among the world.... That child who she thought had been her opposite but who had deep inside, inherited and carried and nursed that spark her mother had long ago tamped down, the same burning certinty that she knew right from wrong.
... She would spend months, years, the rest of her life looking for her daughter, searching the face of every young woman she met for as long as it took, searching for a spark of familiarity in the faces of strangers.引自第113页
.。。the dancing and the liquor and the sweet, heady rush of being eighteen had filled ...