The Lovely Bones

"But as she walked forward into the room, everyone else -- her son, her daughter, her mother -- fell away.

My father's eyes were weak but fluttered open when he heard her enter. He had tubes and wires coming out of his wrist and shoulder. His head seemed so fragile on the small square pillow.

She held his hand and cried silently, letting the tears come freely.

Hello, Ocean Eyes, he said.

She nodded her head. This broken, beated man - her husband.

My girl, he breathed out heavily.

Jack.

Look what it took to get you home.

Was it worth it? she said smiling bleakly

We'll have to see, he said. "

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"His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother -- for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes."

I can't write to save my life, but I can definitely appreciate good writing. And this book is amazing.