“Bosco's hand stabs forward, flicking his mostly-finished cigarette. It twirls through the air like a Molotov cocktail, barely missing me, but after striking the tin-clad door, sparks explode in all directions.” SparksCigarettePersianalityFlicking Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“I dread dinner with Father. I dread his suffocating shroud of silence. I dread his end-of-day rituals. Most of all, I detest what comes last: his lock-up-for-the-night clatter. These sounds rasp my already fragile nerves. Click, clang, grind, zing, clap, schlik: horrid sounds.” FatherDaughterIranTeenBenzehabePersianality Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“The next day, the cycle starts again. We’re set out like decorative plates in this cavernous architecture, and such a craggy dining hall it is. Not exactly a Claude Monet cottage, more of a Medieval bastion—a vestige of Roman conquests. It still moans with the rickety sounds of age. I can almost hear the grumblings of ancient inhabitants.” Young AdultRitualFathersPersianDaughtersBenzehabeSuffocationBildungsromanPersianality Author:Michael Benzehabe
“We girls face risky propositions. Probably because Father doesn't frighten the village blackguards. They probably sense he came undone after Mother's death, when we needed him most.” PropositionsRiskyPersianalityBlackguard Book:Persianality Source: Persianality
“Bosco stares into the distance, like I am no longer worthy of his attention. He had always seemed so well behaved on the race track--like a real gentleman. I must confess, I thought he was better than this.” WorthyBehaveGentlemanPersianality Book:Persianality Source: Persianality