I read Carmen Maria Machado's memoir, "In the Dream House" in June.
I must have snapshotted a half-dozen pages. She wisely structured this painful story of abuse into snackable short chapters, constructing a narrative that builds a story with plenty of cracked windows and ajar doors to peek through.
Here are a few passages I want to keep here and in my heart.
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| Anyone who knows your name can break you in two |
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| the necessary sacredness of private space |
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| memoir is an act of resurrection |
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