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A review by meenie_14
The Saturday Night Ghost Club by Craig Davidson
5.0
Saturday Night Ghost Club is unequivocally beautiful and wonderful. It’s a bittersweet, humorous, spooky at times, coming-of-age story, and there were so many beautifully written lines it’s a wonder I didn’t highlight the whole thing. The characters are carefully and lovingly crafted, and the entire time I was trying to grasp the mystery while fully enjoying it. I loved this book and if there were more than five stars to give I’d have no qualms handing them over.
My favorite quotes:
“Living in Cataract City shrank Dove, because it asked her to be so much less.”
“Our boy owes us nothing. No boy owes his parents. Parents owe their children everything, always and unconditionally, and that’s just the way it goes.”
“Imagine trying to hold the tail of a comet as it blazes across the heavens. It’s burning your hands, eating you up, but there’s no malice in it; a comet can’t possibly know or care about you. You will sacrifice all you are or ever will be for that comet because it suffuses every inch of your skin with a sweet itch you cannot scratch, and through its grace you discover velocities you never dreamed possible. You will love that comet, but part of that love—a percentage impossible to calibrate—is tied to your inability to understand it. How can that comet burn as it does, pursue the trajectory it does? It confuses you, because the comet disguises itself as a human girl. But make no mistake, the girl contains fire to evaporate oceans, light to blind minor gods.”
My favorite quotes:
“Living in Cataract City shrank Dove, because it asked her to be so much less.”
“Our boy owes us nothing. No boy owes his parents. Parents owe their children everything, always and unconditionally, and that’s just the way it goes.”
“Imagine trying to hold the tail of a comet as it blazes across the heavens. It’s burning your hands, eating you up, but there’s no malice in it; a comet can’t possibly know or care about you. You will sacrifice all you are or ever will be for that comet because it suffuses every inch of your skin with a sweet itch you cannot scratch, and through its grace you discover velocities you never dreamed possible. You will love that comet, but part of that love—a percentage impossible to calibrate—is tied to your inability to understand it. How can that comet burn as it does, pursue the trajectory it does? It confuses you, because the comet disguises itself as a human girl. But make no mistake, the girl contains fire to evaporate oceans, light to blind minor gods.”