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"Right in the middle of a park swarming with people." (39)
"Coddled by the studio system, fed whipped milk and eggs, or broiled liver and five carrots, the same dinner my grandmother ate every night of my childhood." (36)
"Turning the point until it softened and she could draw slashes at each eye, making her look sleepy and Egyptian." (30)

Vocabulary:
strident (53), portent (56), calcifying (62), synchronicity (68), consumptive (135), sloggy (155), laquered (171), and addendum (179)

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1. Tragic and separate (pg 3)
2. Royalty in exile (pg 3)
3. Their faces change like a shutter opening; the unlocking behind the eyes (pg 8)
4. Monotony of ceiling (pg 131)

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1. His Mother's.
2. change himself to fit the person like water taking on the shape of whatever vessel it was pour on.
3.  Cut pain with a gesture of civility.

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1. "Must have willed me to be quiet" pg. 84
2. "not alcohol" pg.126
3. "Some internal twinge" pg 103
4 "A deer, maybe" pg. 165

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1. The sign of them;
2. The skin tight and pink and fresh without hair or freckles.
3. He was not as handsome as my father but still.

Vocab
The though of Sasha gorging on that macabre glut made me uneasy

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"The dark mountain road, the sunless sea" (8)
"The pressurized swish of the refrigerator" (8)
"Just the dull terror, the physical pain that would have to be suffered through" (9)

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P161
- Diamond rings, cool streams, apple trees.
P147
- She seemed like a kitten, affable and mild, her warm shoulder bumping against mine.
- The usual patches of rusted signs, a pair of humming neon eyes over the door.

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1. A red sweater I had lent Connie and never gotten back.
2. Whether Suzanne was looking for me or not.
3. A curious thrill behind my eyes.

4. It was part of a grid of ad hoc existence..."

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1. Too cold, no oysters (10)
2. Of Russell's imminent record deal (101)
3. Like royalty in exile (3)

... a veneer of scholarship masking the essential ghoulishness of the endeavor (19)

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1. No. (135)
2. But I crashed hard. (134)
3. A little younger. (145)
4. This old dog. (149)
5. Okay. (148)
6. Salamanders idling around the filter. (156)

Strange vocab
1. ..that I was being shunted to boarding school, that perpetual municipality of unwanted children. (74)
2. She floated around the boarder with the dreamy solicitude of beaten wives, and even my offer to help with the dishes was met with a mild cower. (185)

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1. not in my store. pg 71
2. then relief. pg 134
3. mays nice. pg 65
vocab:
trilled
fastidious
goaded

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"the copse of trees that had always looked vaguely attended by evil" pg.100

"the beam of motorcycle headlights blanched the tree branches and illuminated the exposed foundation of the house, the black dog crouching over an unseen prize" pg 128

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Sentence fragments:

p.g. 137: But I couldn't sleep.

p.g. 171: Rearranged his face.

p.g.178: Weaving sections into tight, lacy braids, using her pinched fingernails to flay split ends.

p.g.230: That stupid gold record.

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1. Biking to Connie's house
2. I wanted that- a sourceless, toneless wave carried from me to Russell. (Cline 119).
3. There was nothing to figure out, no complicated puzzles." (Cline 189)

Vocab
1. "The plainness of her retelling, devoid of any inflection made the story worse."

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1. "silver jackets" (gum wrappers) pg 34
2. "they notice what we want noticed" pg 34
3. "trilled"

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1. Wiping his dry hands on his jeans
2. Biking to Connie's house.
3. That couldn't be true.

1. Mashing up the wealthy and the media and the government into an indistinct vessel of evil, perpetrators of the grand hoax.

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strange word choices:
p. 93 "... into the dirge of mediocrity..."
p. 72 "I was thrilling at our collusion..."
p. 41 "... the gaudy, prickling tease..."

sentence fragments:
p. 37 "How they told me I was having fun all the time, and there was no way to explain that I wasn't."