The Glass Castle
But despite all the hell-rasing and destruction and chaos he had created in our lives, I could not imagine what m life would be like - what the world would be like - without him in it. As awful as he could be, I always knew he loved me in a way no one else ever had.
I went ice-skating less often, and when my skates were stolen, I never replaced them. My compulsion to be always on the move began to fade. But I liked to go for long walks at night. I often walked west toward the river. The city lights obscured the stars, but on clear nights, I could see Venus on the horizon, up over the dark water, glowing steadily.
I just stood there looking from one distorted face to another, listening to this babble of enraged squabbling as the members of the Walls family gave vent to all their years of hurt and anger, each unloading his or her own accumulated grievances and blaming the others for allowing the most fragile one of us to break into pieces.
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