Firday's Finest


Friday's Finest is a new meme hosted bySteff & Justine from A Bookful of Thoughts
Rules:
~Post a quote that really stuck to you after reading it in a book.
~Make sure it isn't a spoiler!
~If you'd like, expand on what you think it means and why you chose it.

For all my readers, I'm sure this is hardly a surprise. ;)


Oh, and I just could not pick one quote - when it comes to this book - even if I wanted to :P


My pick is Jellicoe Road By Melina Marchetta. Many of you probably know by now - since I go on about it so much - but this book is my all time favourite. Every time I go through some quotes I get all mushy and sad. And I miss them all over again. Jonah girls, now he is something. I hope you all get to read it at some point. It is a beautiful book.


“He is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen and it's not about his face, but the life force I can see in him. It's the smile and the pure promise of everything he has to offer. Like he's saying, 'Here I am world, are you ready for so much passion and beauty and goodness and love and every other word that should be in the dictionary under the word life?' Except this boy is dead, and the unnaturalness of it makes me want to pull my hair out with Tate and Narnie and Fitz and Jude's grief all combined. It makes me want to yell at the God that I wish I didn't believe in. For hogging him all to himself. I want to say, 'You greedy God. Give him back. I needed him here.”  



“Then he holds her and for a moment I hear total silence; that totally silent part of a cry that announces that the most horrible grief is going to follow. And it does, and he's muffling it, but I can hear and I want someone to come over and jab her with a sedative because its pitch pierces my soul.” 


“Someone asked us later, "Didn't you wonder why no one came across you sooner?" 
Did I wonder? 
When you see your parents zipped up in black body bags on the Jellicoe Road like they're some kind of garbage, don't you know? 
Wonder dies.”  



“Hold my hand,” she said, sobbing against him. “Hold my hand because I might disappear.” 


“So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?” 
“It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I don’t have to explain. 
He nods. “My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it’s turning me on.”  



“When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life. That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin. 
And this was her penance. 
Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.”