I realize that I have mentioned The Virgin Suicides in just about every post, but I felt that it at least deserved it’s own. The Virgin Suicides is the best book I have ever read. After reading the book, the movie seemed like it was missing so much! The book was full of so much more tension. When reading it I felt on edge. Even though I knew what was going to happen I couldn’t help but feel like jumping into the story, and yet I couldn’t close the book because freezing the characters in the middle of their crises (what is the plural for crisis, anyway?) would just make it worse.
Today I found out that tumblr has a FUCK YEAH THE VIRGIN SUICIDES AND I ALMOST FELL OVER I WAS SO HAPPY. IT SAYS (x) DREAMERS OUT OF TOUCH WITH REALITY WITH X BEING THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE ONLINE. It’s just too much incredible in one place.
Below are some of my favorite quotes and photos from the book and movie. Tomorrow I’ll do Virgin Suicides-inspired clothing and accessories.
“In the end we had the pieces of the puzzle, but no matter how we put them together, gaps remained, oddly shaped emptinesses mapped by what surrounded them, like countries we couldn’t name.”
“It didn’t matter in the end how old they had been, or that they were girls, but only that we had loved them, and that they hadn’t heard us calling, still do not hear us, up here in the tree house with our thinning hair and soft bellies, calling them out of those rooms where they went to be alone for all time, alone in suicide, which is deeper than death, and where we will never find the pieces to put them back together. ”
“Chucking her under the chin, he said, “What are you doing here, honey? Your not even old enough to know how bad life gets.” And it was then Cecelia gave orally what was to be her only form of suicide note, and a useless one at that, because she was going to live: “Obviously, Doctor,” she said, “you’ve never been a 13 year old girl.”
“They had killed themselves over our dying forests, over manatees maimed by propellers as they surfaced to drink from garden hoses; they had killed themselves at the sight of used tires stacked higher than the pyramids; they had killed themselves over the failure to find a love none of us could ever be. In the end, the tortures tearing the Lisbon girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.”
“Our job was merely to create the noise that seemed to fascinate them.”
“She wanted out of the decorating scheme.”
“What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.”
“The trees like lungs filling with air
My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.”
