The Goldfinch

Parfois, c'est aussi une question de bien jouer en dépit d'une mauvaise donne

Understand, by saying ‘God,’ I am merely using ‘God’ as reference to long-term pattern we can’t decipher. Huge, slow-moving weather system rolling in on us from afar, blowing us randomly like –“ He stops. “But – maybe not so random and impersonal as all that, if you get me.

They were a paid of white mice I thought - only Kitsey was a spun-sugar, fairy-princess mouse whereas Andy was more the kind of luckless, anemic, pet-shop mouse you might feed to your boa constrictor.