The wondrous Aimee Bender conjures the lush and moving story of a girl whose magical gift is really a devastating curse. The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake is a luminous tale about the enormous difficulty of loving someone fully when you know too much about them. It is heartbreaking and... read more
On the eve of her ninth birthday, unassuming Rose Edelstein, a girl at the periphery of schoolyard games and her distracted parents’ attention, bites into her mother’s homemade lemon-chocolate cake and discovers she has a magical gift: she can taste her mother’s emotions in the cake. She... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“Mom's smiles were so full of feeling that people leaned back a little when she greeted them. It was hard to know just how much was being offered.”
“The goodness of the ingredients--the fine chocolate, the freshest lemons--seemed like a cover over something larger and darker; and the taste of what was underneath was beginning to push up from the bite.”
“You try, as a child. There was the same old dread, and there was the same old hope, and due to the hope, I ate the piece of pie sliced on the small white plate, with a silver fork, beneath the dual lightbulbs in the ceiling fixture. In my daisy pajamas and ripped bunny socks. The taste so bad I could hardly keep it in my mouth.”
That she might not actually know us seemed the humblest thing a mother could admit.Highlighted by 198 Kindle customers
To see someone you love, in a bad setting, is one of the great barometers of gratitude.Highlighted by 146 Kindle customers
I could feel the tears beginning to collect in my throat again, but I pushed them apart, away from each other. Tears are only a threat in groups.Highlighted by 128 Kindle customers
We colluded in this way: as long as I didn’t announce that I was a kid, he wouldn’t rise up as a parent, and for an hour, we could both have a little respite from our roles.Highlighted by 93 Kindle customers
I was with them for all of it, but more like an echo than a participant.Highlighted by 93 Kindle customers
We hit the sidewalk, and dropped hands. How I wished, right then, that the whole world was a street.Highlighted by 91 Kindle customers
9 Mom loved my brother more. Not that she didn’t love me—I felt the wash of her love every day, pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.Highlighted by 88 Kindle customers
Was it so different than the choice of a card-table chair, except my choice meant I could stay in the world and his didn’t?Highlighted by 81 Kindle customers
The world had matched what he’d dreamed up, and he settled himself inside what they’d made. He was cheerful enough when he came home from work but he didn’t really know what to do with little kids so he never taught us how to ride a bike, or wear a mitt, and our changes in height remained unmarked on the door frames, so we grew tall on our own without proof.Highlighted by 73 Kindle customers
Mom’s smiles were so full of feeling that people leaned back a little when she greeted them. It was hard to know just how much was being offered.Highlighted by 68 Kindle customers
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