Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing distance between us. Every single day for the rest of my life, she would only be further away.


The Goldfinch: A Novel (Pulitzer Prize for Fiction) (ed. Little, Brown, 2013) - ISBN: 9780316248679


Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing...

Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing...

Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing...

Every new event—everything I did for the rest of my life—would only separate us more and more: days she was no longer a part of, an ever-growing...