In fifteen minutes we managed to break every old piece of dishware down there, until the floor was a jagged carpet of smashed pottery. When there was nothing left to throw, I sank to my knees and started to cry, the kind of huge, gulping, embarrassing sobs that make you blotch and shaky. Mom settled down beside me, pulling me into her body until my face was pressed against her shoulder, and I had to wonder if she'd thrown things when Dad left, if she'd felt this alone and helpless.
I have very mixed feelings about this one so far. The writing is lovely, and I think the premise is really, really fascinating, but I don't like the way it seems to be going with the hot new guy. I think this could be a lot more powerful if he did not exist.
What're you reading this Tuesday? Feel free to link in the comments.