Excerpt from Room

In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time.  Even Grandma often says that, but she and Steppa don’t have jobs, so I don’t know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well.  In Room me and Ma had time for everything.  I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there’s only a little smear of time on each place, then everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.

 

Also everywhere I’m looking at kids, adults mostly don’t seem to like them, not even the parents do.  They call the kids gorgeous and so cute, they make the kids do the thing all over again so they can take a photo, but they don’t want to actually play with them, they’d rather drink coffee talking to other adults.  Sometimes there’s a small kid crying and the Ma of it doesn’t even hear. 

Room, Emma Donoghue

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