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Without tasting even a speck of the hurry in Janet’s oatmeal, which was so rushed it was like eating the calendar of an executive,
Aimee Bender • The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake: A Novel
as soon as the bus doors opened, we all rolled out the door and split apart like billiard balls.
Aimee Bender • The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake: A Novel
he loved her the way a bird-watcher’s heart leaps when he hears the call of the roseate spoonbill, a fluffy pink wader, calling its lilting coo-coo from the mangroves.
Aimee Bender • The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake: A Novel
The water was supposedly from a mountain spring, but it had resided in plastic for many weeks and so it was like drinking liquid Lucite with a whisper of a mountain somewhere inside it.
Aimee Bender • The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake: A Novel
A town was jelly, forever molding around your memories.