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“All I can say is, it's a sort of kinship, as though there is a family tree of grief. On this branch, the lost children, on this the suicided parents, here the beloved mentally ill siblings. When something terrible happens, you discover all of the sudden that you have a new set of relatives, people with whom you can speak in the shorthand of cousins.”

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Elizabeth McCracken

Elizabeth McCracken is an American author born on September 16, 1966. Her works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into human nature. more

“Can I tell you something? It wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all right then, me scowling at the dirt, James in his bed, the way it always always was. Look, if that's all that happened, if his dying just meant that I would be waiting for him to say something instead of listening to him say something, it would have been fine.”

Ifs Way Looks Has Beens Would Be Waiting Happened Dying Listening Fine Bed Dirt

Author:Elizabeth McCracken

“Unrequited love–plain desperate aboveboard boy-chasing–turned you into a salesperson, and what you were selling was something he didn't want, couldn't use, would never miss. Unrequited love was deciding to be useless, and I could never abide uselessness.”

Want Use Boys Missing Selling Useless Desperate Unrequited Love Chasing Unrequited Uselessness Salesperson

Author:Elizabeth McCracken

“After most deaths, I imagine, the awfulness lies in how everything’s changed….there’s a hole. It’s person-shaped and it follows you everywhere…. For us what was killing was how nothing had changed. We’d been waiting to be transformed, and now here we were, back in our old life.”

Persons Lying Waiting Imagine Changed Killing Holes Transformed Old Life Awfulness

Author:Elizabeth McCracken

“A Lucky Child is an extraordinary story, simply and beautifully told. Heartbreaking and thrilling, it examines what it means to be human, in every good and awful sense. Perhaps most amazingly of all, Thomas Buergenthal remembers and renders the small mysteries and grand passions of childhood, even a childhood lived under the most horrific circumstances.”