Everything I Never Told You: A Book Review

This book review is intended for readers who have already finished Everything I Never Told You! My analysis contains several spoilers.

The Slanted Spines February book was Everything I Never Told You by Celeste Ng! In this haunting portrait of the Lee family, Ng illustrates a web of complicated relationships and unspoken emotional turmoil between the five members of a Chinese American household in smalltown Ohio during the 1970’s. Everything I Never Told You is a novel that begins with the death of Marilyn and James’ middle (and favorite) child Lydia, and as her mom and older brother Nath swear to discover the root of her senseless death—her body having been discovered in the nearby lake—and as her dad and younger sister Hannah struggle to cope with her absence, a myriad of secrets within her family are unveiled.

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Keep Going

September 10, 2018

“…No further information has been released until officials conclude their investigations. George.” “Thank you Jackie. This week kicks off National Suicide Prevention Week. Each year, over…”

I watch the image of the television screen glint off the glass cover of the cake stand in the middle of my breakfast table. The massive television screen plays from across the living room, but its little reflection is only two inches. Inside the cake stand is a strawberry bundt cake, from a shop downtown. I pull my bathrobe tighter around me. The early morning air in the house is cool, and I can hear the sputtering of my coffee pot in the kitchen.

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The Ocean Always Moves

Shall I part my hair behind?   Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.”

–T.S. Eliot, “The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock”

My father stood about a stone’s throw away, ankle-deep in the ocean’s tide. The wind whipped my hair around and my voice was carried off along the beach, tumbling out of ear shot; he probably hadn’t heard me. I sat farther back on the shore, on a beach towel spread out on dry sand. As I tucked a lock of hair that was flitting around my face behind my ear, I saw my father turn around.

“You remind me of that guy who walked along the shore with his trousers rolled,” I called.

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