All the bright places, part 2

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• swivel snurra runt, vända snabbt
• relic antikvitet, något gammalt
• languid matt, orkeslös
• stupefy förbluffa
• scathing skarp kritisk
• perish gå förlorad, försvinna
• wary försiktig, vaksam
• saunter gå lugnt utan något mål
• remnant kvarleva, rest
• propulsion framdrivande
• scrawl krafsa ner, skriva slarvigt
• ravenous vrålhungrig
• disconcerted förvirrad
• seething sjudande (arg)
• makeshift provisorisk
• faze störa lugnet
• calibrate kalibrera, ställa in
• emission utsläpp
• heist kupp, rån
• terrain terräng
• The terrain is prettier here than in Bardett—hills and valleys and miles of trees, everything snow covered, like something out of Norman Rockwell.
• Al Capone and the Dillinger gang always went there after some sort of heist.
• The rate of car exhaust suicides in the States has declined since the mid-sixties, when emission controls were introduced.
• But the length of the rope has to be calibrated in proportion to the weight of the person; otherwise there is nothing quick or easy about it.
• She is now walking several feet ahead, pretending I don’t exist, but that’s okay, I’m used to it, and what she doesn’t know is that it doesn’t faze me.
• In my wallet I find one more twenty, and when I get back to the trailers, I duck into the first one and drop the twenty and the change into the old register that sits on a kind of makeshift counter.
• I am still seething by the time Ryan shows up, five minutes early.
• As we clear the plates, my mother looks as dazed and disconcerted as she always does, only more so because she doesn’t have the first clue what to do with my sisters and me.
• Decca, as usual, is eating like a small, ravenous horse, and for once I’m doing my share of shoveling it in
• But because he’s watching me, I scrawl down a few things—location, date, time, a brief description of the place itself and the kids by the fence—and afterward, we spread the map out on the picnic table.
• “You know what I like about driving? The forward motion of it, the propulsion of it, like you might go anywhere.”
• It’s a remnant of the Violet who came Before. Normal teenage Violet. Violet Unremarkey-able.
• Brenda Shank-Kravitz stalks by, a bright-pink storm cloud. Charlie Donahue saunters behind.
• Her eyes are cold and a little wary , as if she’s afraid I might out her right here, right now
• “If all else perished , and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”
• This time last year, I would have spoken up and agreed with them and then written a scathing blog post about high school gossip.
• It’s stupefying —the very best thing I’ve ever seen with these two eyes—but before I can unhook myself from the stone railing and go to her, she opens her mouth, leaps into the air, and starts to scream.
• Here’s more: “I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me. I am arch, gay, languid , melancholy by turns.
• The “out” sounds like “oot,” a relic of Dad’s Canadian upbringing.
• Without turning her face, she swivels her eyes in my father’s direction.

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