Greatest sentence of all time of the week, A.M. Homes edition
Regularly on this gradually-coming-back-to-life blog, weekly I hope, I’ll share the occasional sentence that thrills me. I’ll present them without comment; it’s for each reader to get what he or she gets out of those sentences without me imposing any interpretation. So …
I am my mother’s child and I am my mother’s child, I am my father’s child and I am my father’s child, and if that line is a little too much like Gertrude Stein, then I might be a little bit her child too.
— A.M. Homes, The Mistress’s Daughter
(Thanks to Jane for taking this book out of the library, reminding me how much I adore this sentence.)