The Unmaking of June Farrow

2023; Delacorte Press; 315 pgs.

“I suspect that the ache of missing her would mostly come from those little things. The holes that were left behind, empty places I’d stumble upon now that she was gone.”

“It was one thing to miss her when she was gone. It was another to miss her when she was still here, in this house with me.”

“My world was a very small one, made up of only a few people and places, and it felt like it was shrinking by the second.”

“I’d sink down and let the roar drown everything else out as I watched the light ripple above me in bursts that looked like stars exploding. And when my lungs couldn’t stand it any longer, when it felt like there was a storm in my chest, I’d shoot up to the surface, gasping for air. That’s what this felt like.”

“Was I becoming someone else, or was I just finally becoming myself?”


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