Ergens begrijp ik de neiging wel om boektitels te verplichten: sommige boeken wil je gewoon íédereen opdringen.
Zoals Anthony Doerrs All the Light We Cannot See :
‘They said they wouldn’t let us swim with a half-breed. Unsanitary. A half-breed, Werner. Aren’t we half-breeds too? Aren’t we half our father, half our mother?’
En Sally Rooneys Normal People :
Not for the first time Marianne thinks cruelty does not only hurt the victim, but the perpetrator also, and maybe more deeply and more permanently. You learn nothing really profound about yourself simply by being bullied; but by bullying someone else you learn something you can never forget.
