Sunday Sentence: The best sentence(s) from this week, out of context and without commentary.
Each one, in my impassioned interior conversations, granted me some aspect of my most dearly held, most fiercely hidden, heart’s desires: life, art, motherhood, love, and the great seductive promise that I wasn’t nothing, that I could be seen for my unvarnished self, this precious girl without a mask, unseen for decades, could—that she must, indeed—leave a trace upon the world. -The Woman Upstairs by Claire Messud
So curious about this book, I’ve heard several people talk about the changes that take place over the course of the novel. Can’t wait to see what your review will be like!