Memorable passages:
"Here were people, friends. A boy called Ron, of delicate build whose movements were tidy and ironic, who liked to be clean, who liked things Japanese. A girl called Daisy, tall and solid like a swimmer, with an all-American ingenue face, sandy hair and more of a salty manner than she required, given her looks. Daisy liked eighties romantic comedies and Kevin Bacon and thrift-store handbags. Hannah was red-headed and freckled, rational, hard-working, mature. She liked Ezra Pound and making her own clothes. Here were people. Here were tastes and buying habits and physical attributes." (page 210-- There's a side of me that feels that this description detailing the lightness of individual ego rings true)
"And so it happened again, the daily miracle whereby interiority opens out and brings to bloom the million-petalled flower of being here, in the world, with other people. Neither as hard as she had thought it might be nor as easy as it appeared." From page 211, when Zora joins her friends after travelling to meet them, alone.
"He did not consider if or how or why he loved them. They were just love: they were the first evidence he ever had of love, and they would be the last confirmation of love when everything else fell away." Jerome, on his siblings (page 236). The sentiment could be extended to parents as well. I love this and on my least alienated days, I feel this towards my own towers of absolute love.
"It is on journeys like this-- where one is so horribly misunderstood-- that you find yourself longing for home, that place where you are entirely understood, for better or for worse. Kiki was home. He needed to find her." page 307. exactly what I feel about romantic love. A good articulation of what I'm searching for as I search for my Kiki.
Page numbers from the 2006 Penguin edition with the pink cover
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