Category: Book The Handmaid S Tale

I need to remember what they look like. I try to hold them still behind my eyes, their faces, like pictures in an album. But they won’t stay still for me, they move, there’s a smile and it’s gone, their features curl and bend as if the paper’s burning, blackness eats them. A glimpse, a…

Neither of us says the word love, not once. It would be tempting fate; it would be romance, bad luck. The Handmaid’s Tale 76 There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There’s something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It’s like a spell, of sorts. It deflates…

The things I believe can’t all be true, though one of them must be. The Handmaid’s Tale 0 I believe in the resistance as I believe there can be no light without shadow; or rather, no shadow unless there is also light. There must be a resistance, The Handmaid’s Tale 0 like a wall falling,…