Sunday, July 21, 2013

Sunday Sentence: Her Last Death by Susanna Sonnenberg


Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.



She didn't see herself, the penetrating stare of mania gone soft, her jerky motions.  She couldn't hear the random and incoherent lurch from phrase to phrase.

Her Last Death: A Memoir by Susanna Sonnenberg


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