Extraits

He’d remember some things and not others. He would forget again things he’d remembered just the day before. He would suddenly recall something silly and unimportant, or maybe something serious and very important, but there was no way to tell what would trigger him and no way to force him to recall everything we wanted him to recall. Basically, they said, the brain was as mysterious in injury as it was in health, and we just had to learn to live with it.

Her lip curled in disgust. Sandwiches? She didn’t eat sandwiches. Sandwiches made people fat. Sandwiches made people ordinary. She didn’t know why she kept having to prove it over and over again, but she was not ordinary. She was special. She was meant for better than this. She was meant for better than anything she’d ever been given in her life. How was it fair that she’d been gifted with so many talents and not one person—not one!—who could truly appreciate them?