Jennifer Paddock Book Recommendations & Book Mentions

Jennifer Paddock

“Cities at night, I feel, contain men who cry in their sleep and then say Nothing. It's nothing. Just sad dreams. Or something like that . . .” —Martin Amis, The Information #SundaySentence(s)

Jennifer Paddock

Hibiscus, ixora, night-blooming jasmine’s Socratic dialogue with daylight, kin to the high tide’s lunar ambrosia. —“Elizabeth Bishop in the House on White Street” from Campbell McGrath’s Florida Poems #SundaySentence https://t.co/SL5PPcy2TD

Jennifer Paddock

“Outside, the streets were slick with frost, and his boots, on the pavement, sounded unusually loud, it being so early on a Sunday.”—Claire Keegan, Small Things Like These #SundaySentence

Jennifer Paddock

Hibiscus, ixora, night-blooming jasmine’s Socratic dialogue with daylight, kin to the high tide’s lunar ambrosia. —“Elizabeth Bishop in the House on White Street” from Campbell McGrath’s Florida Poems #SundaySentence https://t.co/SL5PPcy2TD

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“Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them.”—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar #SundaySentence

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“Wind-borne rain starts a gentle patter on the windows.”—Anthony Doerr, Memory Wall #SundaySentence

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“Orin’s gaze now was up at the ceiling’s acoustic tile, the little blinking disk of the hall’s smoke detector, as if memories were always lighter than air.”—David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest #SundaySentence #InfiniteJestTogether

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“And then it is another day and another and another, but I will not go on about this because no doubt you too have experienced time.”—Jenny Offill, Weather #SundaySentence https://t.co/1PU90jo35M

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“Out my window this morning, just before sunrise, a deer stood in a fog so dense and bright that the second one, not too far away, looked like the unfinished shadow of the first.” —Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous #SundaySentence https://t.co/eQJVXdKRKH

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“They’re a rotten crowd,” I shouted across the lawn. “You’re worth the whole damn bunch put together.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby #SundaySentence(s)