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341 pages, Hardcover
First published February 21, 2012
"I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die."And my personal favorite out of the entire novel:
Everything that happened before feels like a million years ago now. This is the freedom I craved throughout my marriage. To share a bed not because of a wedding ring or a one-sided promise that was made for me, but because of desire. Inexplicable yet undeniable. I have never craved closeness like this for anyone else.
He kissed back, all the pages spread out around us like riddles waiting to be solved. Let them wait. Let my genes unravel, my hinges come loose. If my fate rests in the hands of a madman, let death come and bring its worse. I'll take the ruined craters of laboratories, the dead trees, this city with ashes in the oxygen, if it means freedom. I'd sooner die here than live a hundred years with wires in my veins.Gah! I could live off of bread, water and pretty prose for the rest of my days. I just love it!
“Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.�
“Funny, isn’t it?� I say. “Scientists were so determined to fix us, and when we all started dying, they just left us here to rot, and the world around us too.�
“There are so many of us, so many girls. The world wants us for our wombs or our bodies, or it doesn’t want us at all. It steals us, destroys us, piles us like dying cattle in circus tents and leaves us lying in filth and perfume until we’re wanted again. I ran from that mansion because I wanted to be free. But there’s no such thing as free. There are only different and more horrible ways to be enslaved.�
“I’m following the Rhine River,� he says.
“Am I there with you?� I ask.
The concentration leaves his face. He looks at me, and I raise my head from his shoulder. “You’re everywhere,� he says.�
“I was born into a world that was already dying; I belong to it. I will take it over holographic oceans and spinning diagrams of beautiful houses. Because even if the lie is beautiful, the truth is what you face in the end.�