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296 pages, ebook
First published April 16, 2015
”The Bone is in our marrow. It’s complacency and fear handed down from generation to generation.”
“The eating house will never stop calling to me, and I will never cease to answer.”
“People do bad things in the dark, under the hollow gaze of the moon. It’s smiling at me now, proud of my sin. I’m not proud. I’m not anything. An eye for an eye, I tell myself. A beating for a beating.“
“I do not kill just because. I execute the wicked. People who had no place living, sharing the planet with those of us trying to survive— making it harder.”
“An eye for an eye. A beating for a beating. A burn for a burn. I have a conscience. It is different from the conscience of the average person, but at least it’s there.”
This is a good book.
No. Actually, it's an exceptional story told by an author who is well known for her ability to seep into the reader's psyche via prose, imagery and pure unadulterated mind-f@&*.
I absolutely understand every subliminal message embedded in this book and I am quite happy it is not a "romantic" book as such. I like that Margo gave college a middle finger and stepped up to her destiny with open arms. I like the uncertainty of Judah. Was he or wasn't he? I love that we the readers were left unsure if Margo's reality was all psychosis.
I frigging loved the mind-fuckery that was Marrow.
I do not regret my choice; I stand by it.
And I fear nothing, because there is nothing left to fear.
“Not everyone can be saved,” he said to my tear-stained face. “Sometimes you just have to let nature take its course.”
“The moon is wicked, jealous of the sun. People do bad things in the dark, under the hollow gaze of the moon. It’s smiling at me now, proud of my sin.”
"I am the essence of evil
"I hate that nothing can be done about the suffering of children, and that most of the world blocks out their suffering to cope with their own inability to help."
"Sometimes, by saving someone else, you save yourself a little as well"
I can't stay the way I am. I don't remember what it's like to be free. To be wide open without fear. I need something to break me. Just enough so that I have new pieces to work with—make them into something else.
"I don't know which person is the imposter. I am either Margo of the Bone, or this new thing, this murderer. Or maybe I've always been her, this vile, wicked person; she was just there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting for me to act on my impulses."
"I don't want to hurt people, I don't have an innate need to, but they must be punished. That's what I do, or what I tell myself I do. I punish. I feel responsible for it. An eye for an eye. A beating for a beating. A burn for a burn. I have a conscience. It's different from the average person, but at least it's still there. "
"I don't feel a single thing. Strange, I crack my neck as I leave the alley. I have to stop fucking killing people."