Saturday, August 27, 2011

The Year of the Flood


By Margaret Atwood

This is the book that sets up Atwoods book "Oryk and Crake," which I previously posted.

What breaks in daybreak? Is it the night? Is it the sun, cracked in two by the horizon, like an egg spilling out light?"
Time is not a thing that passes; it is a sea on which you float.” 


How easy it is, treachery. You just slide into it.” 

Nobody likes it, thought Toby — being a body a thing. Nobody wants to be limited in that way. We’d rather have wings. Even the word /flesh/ has a mushy sound to it.” 

Maybe sadness was a kind of hunger, she thought. Maybe the two went together.” 

Book 46