Beartown: A Novel (Beartown Series)

There are damn few things in life that are harder than admitting to yourself that you’re a hypocrite.

Ramona refuses to let anyone say that he died; she says he left her, because that’s how she sees it. Like a betrayal. She’s been left standing in the snow like a bare tree trunk without any bark, unprotected now that he’s no longer here.

Benji’s broad grin reveals an almost imperceptible difference in the color of his teeth. If you send him into a skirmish, he’ll come out with the puck, even at the cost of one of his own teeth, or someone else’s.

He once heard that the best way to prepare mentally for becoming a parent is to stay in a tent at a weeklong rock festival with a load of fat friends who are smoking hash. You blunder about in a permanent state of acute sleep deprivation wearing clothes covered with stains from food that is only very rarely your own, you suffer from tinnitus, you c

Fatima

Death does strange, incomprehensible things to loving souls.

Amat

There are two things that are particularly good at reminding us how old we are: children and sports.

a colleague—Kira’s