Top Highlights

• Our heaven had an ice cream shop where, when you asked for peppermint stick ice cream, no one ever said, “It’s seasonal”;
• My mother’s eyes were oceans, and inside them there was loss.
• The truth was that the line between the living and the dead could be, it seemed, murky and blurred.
• Placing blame was easier than adding up the mounting figures of what he’d lost.
• Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.