“Malum Non Vide: See No Evil”
―
Natalie D. Richards,
Gone Too Far
“My whole day has been a unicorn ride through a field of rainbows” ― Natalie D. Richards, Gone Too Far
“Sublime Books The Known World, by Edward P. Jones The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro A Thousand Trails Home, by Seth Kantner House Made of Dawn, by N. Scott Momaday Faithful and Virtuous Night, by Louise Glück The Left Hand of Darkness, by Ursula K. Le Guin My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy, by Robert Bly The World Without Us, by Alan Weisman Unfortunately, It Was Paradise, by Mahmoud Darwish Collected Fictions, by Jorge Luis Borges, trans. Andrew Hurley The Xenogenesis Trilogy, by Octavia E. Butler Map: Collected and Last Poems, by Wisława Szymborska In the Lateness of the World, by Carolyn Forché Angels, by Denis Johnson Postcolonial Love Poem, by Natalie Diaz Hope Against Hope, by Nadezhda Mandelstam Exhalation, by Ted Chaing Strange Empire, by Joseph Kinsey Howard Tookie’s Pandemic Reading Deep Survival, by Laurence Gonzales The Lost City of the Monkey God, by Douglas Preston The House of Broken Angels, by Luis Alberto Urrea The Heartsong of Charging Elk, by James Welch Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, by Elisabeth Tova Bailey Let’s Take the Long Way Home, by Gail Caldwell The Aubrey/Maturin Novels, by Patrick O’Brian The Ibis Trilogy, by Amitav Ghosh The Golden Wolf Saga, by Linnea Hartsuyker Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky Coyote Warrior, by Paul VanDevelder Incarceration Felon, by Reginald Dwayne Betts Against the Loveless World, by Susan Abulhawa Waiting for an Echo, by Christine Montross, M.D. The Mars Room, by Rachel Kushner The New Jim Crow, by Michelle Alexander This Is Where, by Louise K. Waakaa’igan I Will Never See the World Again, by Ahmet Altan Sorrow Mountain, by Ani Pachen and Adelaide Donnelley American Prison, by Shane Bauer Solitary, by Albert Woodfox Are Prisons Obsolete?, by Angela Y. Davis 1000 Years of Joys and Sorrows, by Ai Weiwei Books contain everything worth knowing except what ultimately matters. —Tookie * * * If you are interested in the books on these lists, please seek them out at your local independent bookstore. Miigwech! Acknowledgments” ― Louise Erdrich, The Sentence
“We're both tainted water, but Theo's bubbles to the surface like an oil spill. Mine is invisible. Arsenic hiding in plain sight.” ― Natalie D. Richards, We All Fall Down
“My phone buzzes and I fish it from my pocket, expecting Tacey or maybe my parents checking in to make sure I’m okay. But it’s an unfamiliar number.Do you blame yourself?I read the words once. Twice. I see Stella’s locker door swinging open and I hear a train whistle, but neither are happening. It’s all in my head. I force myself to take a breath and head outside. This text is a wrong number. It’s not for me, and it’s definitely not about Stella.And then another message.Do you wish you’d done something? What if you still could?I text back quickly.I think you have the wrong number.I don’t have the wrong number, Piper.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Gone Too Far
“For every moment she's held together, there's another where she's fallen to pieces.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“One girl seems to be falling to pieces. And the other has the whole world held tightly in her fist.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“He shrugs. “Love doesn’t make us do stupid shit, Cleo. Fear does that.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Seven Dirty Secrets
“Can you go to the darkest imaginable places with a person and still walk with them in the light?” ― Natalie D. Richards, We All Fall Down
“It feels perfect, all of it, and that's how I know it's wrong.” ― Natalie D. Richards, One Was Lost
“He doesn't mean to do a lot of things to me, but he does them all the same.” ― Natalie D. Richards, My Secret to Tell
“It's too late to pretend I'm the good girl now - good girls don't get called to the police station.” ― Natalie D. Richards, My Secret to Tell
“I love him so much in this second that it physically hurts. Because I don't know what to do, but he still believes in me.” ― Natalie D. Richards, My Secret to Tell
“Sometimes it is easier to force strength for others than to allow ourselves to feel weak and hurt.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“I think that’s what grief does. It reminds us that we are small. That we are not in control.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“Because sometimes it is easier to force strength for others than to allow ourselves to feel weak and hurt” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“A dozen snowflakes hit the road and all common sense pours directly out of drivers’ brains. Half of the people drive fifteen miles an hour and the other half weave in and out of lanes doing seventy-five.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“You're not looking for a ghost with a chip on his shoulder," he says. "Your looking for fingernail scratches on the walls of a gas chamber.” ― Natalie D. Richards, We All Fall Down
“If this girl starts proffessing her love of Japanese horror films, Josh is sitting in the middle.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“My whole day has been a unicorn ride through a field of rainbows” ― Natalie D. Richards, Gone Too Far
“Sublime Books The Known World, by Edward P. Jones The Buried Giant, by Kazuo Ishiguro A Thousand Trails Home, by Seth Kantner House Made of Dawn, by N. Scott Momaday Faithful and Virtuous Night, by Louise Glück The Left Hand of Darkness, by Ursula K. Le Guin My Sentence Was a Thousand Years of Joy, by Robert Bly The World Without Us, by Alan Weisman Unfortunately, It Was Paradise, by Mahmoud Darwish Collected Fictions, by Jorge Luis Borges, trans. Andrew Hurley The Xenogenesis Trilogy, by Octavia E. Butler Map: Collected and Last Poems, by Wisława Szymborska In the Lateness of the World, by Carolyn Forché Angels, by Denis Johnson Postcolonial Love Poem, by Natalie Diaz Hope Against Hope, by Nadezhda Mandelstam Exhalation, by Ted Chaing Strange Empire, by Joseph Kinsey Howard Tookie’s Pandemic Reading Deep Survival, by Laurence Gonzales The Lost City of the Monkey God, by Douglas Preston The House of Broken Angels, by Luis Alberto Urrea The Heartsong of Charging Elk, by James Welch Selected Stories of Anton Chekhov, trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating, by Elisabeth Tova Bailey Let’s Take the Long Way Home, by Gail Caldwell The Aubrey/Maturin Novels, by Patrick O’Brian The Ibis Trilogy, by Amitav Ghosh The Golden Wolf Saga, by Linnea Hartsuyker Children of Time, by Adrian Tchaikovsky Coyote Warrior, by Paul VanDevelder Incarceration Felon, by Reginald Dwayne Betts Against the Loveless World, by Susan Abulhawa Waiting for an Echo, by Christine Montross, M.D. The Mars Room, by Rachel Kushner The New Jim Crow, by Michelle Alexander This Is Where, by Louise K. Waakaa’igan I Will Never See the World Again, by Ahmet Altan Sorrow Mountain, by Ani Pachen and Adelaide Donnelley American Prison, by Shane Bauer Solitary, by Albert Woodfox Are Prisons Obsolete?, by Angela Y. Davis 1000 Years of Joys and Sorrows, by Ai Weiwei Books contain everything worth knowing except what ultimately matters. —Tookie * * * If you are interested in the books on these lists, please seek them out at your local independent bookstore. Miigwech! Acknowledgments” ― Louise Erdrich, The Sentence
“We're both tainted water, but Theo's bubbles to the surface like an oil spill. Mine is invisible. Arsenic hiding in plain sight.” ― Natalie D. Richards, We All Fall Down
“My phone buzzes and I fish it from my pocket, expecting Tacey or maybe my parents checking in to make sure I’m okay. But it’s an unfamiliar number.Do you blame yourself?I read the words once. Twice. I see Stella’s locker door swinging open and I hear a train whistle, but neither are happening. It’s all in my head. I force myself to take a breath and head outside. This text is a wrong number. It’s not for me, and it’s definitely not about Stella.And then another message.Do you wish you’d done something? What if you still could?I text back quickly.I think you have the wrong number.I don’t have the wrong number, Piper.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Gone Too Far
“For every moment she's held together, there's another where she's fallen to pieces.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“One girl seems to be falling to pieces. And the other has the whole world held tightly in her fist.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“He shrugs. “Love doesn’t make us do stupid shit, Cleo. Fear does that.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Seven Dirty Secrets
“Can you go to the darkest imaginable places with a person and still walk with them in the light?” ― Natalie D. Richards, We All Fall Down
“It feels perfect, all of it, and that's how I know it's wrong.” ― Natalie D. Richards, One Was Lost
“He doesn't mean to do a lot of things to me, but he does them all the same.” ― Natalie D. Richards, My Secret to Tell
“It's too late to pretend I'm the good girl now - good girls don't get called to the police station.” ― Natalie D. Richards, My Secret to Tell
“I love him so much in this second that it physically hurts. Because I don't know what to do, but he still believes in me.” ― Natalie D. Richards, My Secret to Tell
“Sometimes it is easier to force strength for others than to allow ourselves to feel weak and hurt.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“I think that’s what grief does. It reminds us that we are small. That we are not in control.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“Because sometimes it is easier to force strength for others than to allow ourselves to feel weak and hurt” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“A dozen snowflakes hit the road and all common sense pours directly out of drivers’ brains. Half of the people drive fifteen miles an hour and the other half weave in and out of lanes doing seventy-five.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
“You're not looking for a ghost with a chip on his shoulder," he says. "Your looking for fingernail scratches on the walls of a gas chamber.” ― Natalie D. Richards, We All Fall Down
“If this girl starts proffessing her love of Japanese horror films, Josh is sitting in the middle.” ― Natalie D. Richards, Five Total Strangers
