Nothing to say more than the highlights and what the book covers fom beginning to end. Part of the new litterature where emotions and the in between the lines gives sensations to the whole reading fully alive. So:
Highlights:
I hate people who don’t drink. They understand so little.
We drive each other crazy in ways that nobody else can even touch. We never bore each other. And we both realize what a rare thing this is.
And for Christ’s sake, you have to get over your past. You are a grown man now, not a little wounded boy.
Before they can build you up, they’ve got to break you down. Crush you into small, manageable pieces and then reassemble you as a new, better and nonalcoholic member of society. The pulverizing begins here.
who prefer to stagnate?” I said, “I grew up near a pond, so I understand the dangers of stagnation.”
“I love you too, Augusten.” Then gently he said, “But I’m not in love with you.
In order for you to fit back into the rest of the puzzle, your life, the other pieces of the puzzle must also change their shapes to accommodate you.
I don’t want to talk because talking makes things real.
My mitochondria want to make friends with his mitochondria.
Stars should not be seen alone. That’s why there are so many. Two people should stand together and look at them.
We’re a very visual society.
And I needed him, that’s the truth. I needed somebody to be with me. Somebody to stop the spinning.
He is not for epiphanies. He is for surfaces. Or maybe that’s me. I suspect it is.
Burroughs, Augusten (2011-06-01). Dry (p. 266). Atlantic Books Ltd. Kindle Edition.
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