Söndags-smakbit # 9

Bloggen Betraktelser ger oss på söndagar chansen att publicera ett litet smakprov ur en bok vi läser.
Där får du många spännande boktitlar att kika närmare på.

Jag läser Strangers I know av Claudia Durastanti. Jag har länkat titeln till Goodreads där du kan läsa mer. Titeln finns även översatt till svenska med titeln Främlingar jag känner.
Detta är en komplex berättelse om en speciell barndom som dotter till två döva föräldrar.

smakbit sid. 98

“I spent hours at the Empire State BUilding and Trump Tower, buying hideous trinkets my mother still holds on to – refrigerator magnets and faded key chains.Even then Donald Trump was everywhere: he´d show up in Christmas movies and seemed like a harmless uncle, a bit of a doofus who just wanted to make you laugh.”

sid. 127
I was growing up, and the word Basilicata nerver appeared on TV or in crosword puzzles. I started testing out a hysterical form of isolation, disappearing from public life, shutting myself up at home for entire days.I forced myself to be a lonely thing.”

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” I didn´t inherit a single political thought from my family: what I inherited instead was a juble of aspirations, self-pity, kabbalah, sloth and rage that can assume the ideological orientation that´s most convenient and readily available. A sad, useless genetic convenient that helped me predict Brexit and the election of Donald Trump, I have a reluctant talent for recognizing disaster.”