Цитаты из книги Sunburn

Too late I realise that she has been the Summer of my life. What a slow and painful death this shall be.

Leaving is so hard. Even when there’s nothing here, it’s so hard to go.

For years, we have all been so excited to finally finish school, but now that we have finished, I wonder what it is we were rushing towards. I don’t even have plans for tomorrow, never mind September, never mind the rest of my life.

At home, her days are more than full, but being busy isn’t the same thing as being satisfied.

Mother is not the sort of person to be honest when she could be ideal.

I can’t help but wonder about her experience as a mother, and as a woman, and how different her life might have been without children or with different children or at least without a daughter. Who would she be with one less child standing between her and freedom?