Jag tänkte skriva ett ordentligt inlägg om Jesmyn Wards finfina Salvage the Bones ikväll, men min hjärna gick just och lade sig innan resten av min kropp. (Kanske det där inlägget om Game of Thrones och bröst som jag skrev tidigare idag tog all bloggenergi, haha.) Ni får ett citat istället:

I will tie the glass and stone with string, hang the shards above my bed, so that they will flash in the dark and tell the story of Katrina, the mother that swept into the Gulf and slaughtered. Her chariot was a storm so great and the black the Greeks would say it was harnessed by dragons. She was the murderous mother who cut us to the bone but left us alive, left us naked and bewildered as wrinkled newborn babies, as blind puppies, as sun-starved newly hatched baby snakes. She left us a dark Gulf and salt-burned land. She left us to learn to crawl. She left us to salvage. Katrina is the mother we will remember until the next mother with large, merciless hands, committed to blood, comes.