My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. My murderer was a man from our neighborhood. My mother liked his border flowers, and my father talked to him once about fertilizer.
This is Susie Salmon. Watching from heaven, Susie sees her happy, suburban family devastated by her death, isolated even from one another as they each try to cope with their terrible loss alone. Over the years, her friends and siblings grow up, fall in love and do all the things she never had the chance to do herself. But life is not quite finished with Susie yet . . . The Lovely Bones is a luminous and astonishing novel about life and death, forgiveness and vengeance, memory and forgetting – but, above all, about finding light in the darkest of places.
Author: Alice Sebold
Amazon rating: 4.1 out of 5 stars
Published in 2002
“How to Commit the Perfect Murder” was an old game in heaven. I always chose the icicle: the weapon melts away.”
“These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.”
“Our only kiss was like an accident- a beautiful gasoline rainbow.”
“Loss could be used as a measure of beauty in a woman.”
“Heaven is comfort, but it’s still not living.”
“Sometimes the dreams that come true are the dreams you never even knew you had.”
“Nothing is ever certain.”
“Murderers are not monsters, they’re men. And that’s the most frightening thing about them.”
“Each time I told my story, I lost a bit, the smallest drop of pain. It was that day that I knew I wanted to tell the story of my family. Because horror on Earth is real and it is every day. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.”
“Between a man and a woman, there was always one person who was stronger than the other one. That doesn’t mean the weaker one doesn’t love the stronger.”
“Your first kiss is destiny knocking.”