*Beloved

Beloved -Toni Morrison
One of the most pure and powerful uses of language I’ve ever encountered. I don’t know in what possible way we, as humankind, are not like the love that terrorizes the characters of this novel. And yet. And yet. Sethe ends up dribbling in a rocking chair and yet she wins. She wins. She wins grace that her world isn’t ready for. Listen to her voice:
“And if she thought anything, it was No. No. Nono. Nonono. Simple. She just flew.”
“Now I can. I can sleep like the drowned, have mercy.”