“I had nothing to offer her but my willingness to sit there while she endured her pain. ‘I’m here,’ I murmured” (pg 71).

“It isn’t meekness I need, it’s anger” (pg 72).

“Grief and anger streamed from my fingers. The anger made me brave and the grief made me sure” (pg 73).

“Could we know the ways of God or not? Did he possess an intention for us, his people, as our religion believed, or was it up to us to invent meaning for ourselves. Perhaps nothing was as I’d thought” (pg 84).

“I’m not like other women - you’ve said so yourself. I have ambitions as men do. I’m racked with longings. I’m selfish and willful and sometimes deceitful. I rebel. I’m easy to anger. I doubt the ways of God. I’m an outsider everywhere I go. People look at me with derision” (pg 135).

“I wondered if he knew who he was, or if God had yet to break the terrible news to him” (pg 214).

I’m not sure I would recommend this book to many, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t worth reading. There is something great yet difficult about reading something that is so contrary to my evangelical upbringing, which is precisely why I think I need to read them. But that doesn’t mean it’s worth spreading around:)

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