(and yes, I am weirded out
by the idea of Libby Lu,
glad it's gone)
She closed her eyes and could remember nothing but that morning years ago, dull sky, October leaves on the ground. He had taken her to get a last slice of New York pizza while her mother watched the moving men put the last of their things on the truck.Doesn't that passage just crystallize that overwhelming love a parent has for a child while often having no concept of that child's interior life?
"It's not so far away," he'd said. "Remember how much Daddy loves you?"
"The whole world much and then some," she'd remembered. She's thought of love being like tentacles, reaching from wherever he was to wherever she was. She'd giggled.
"Is that funny?" he'd asked.
"I am thinking of you like a jellyfish," she'd said, but he hadn't understood.
I love how each of these stories depicts the characters' true selves as well as the self they project to others. And I loved that no matter how self-destructive they were or how despicably they behaved toward one another, they still had a kernel of goodness that made you sympathize with them.
Go read this. It's good. This is her first book, so I'm anxious to see what she writes next.
<I checked this book out of my library.>