The Saucy Wenches Book Club

Strange how reality was constantly pulling its rug out from under her. But discovery lies where no one is looking. ~ Douglas Westerbeke, A Short Walk Through a Wide World

“Garbage is a window to a person’s soul. A bit like their internet browsing history, but a whole lot smellier”... ~ Megan Goldin, Stay Awake

“To effectively contain a civilization’s development and disarm it across such a long span of time, there is only one way: kill its science.” ~ Liu Cixin, The Three Body Problem

“A world where people loved and valued books and learning so much that they were willing to die for them. Can you imagine what such a civilization was like?” ~ Sarah J. Maas, House of Flame and Shadow

“Did she predict the defeat of the armada, or did she somehow bring it about? There is a fine line between a saint and a witch, and I wonder if you are prepared to walk it.” ~ Leigh Bardugo, The Familiar

“Of all the good things.” He grasps my hips as I roll them into his. “Of all the good things I’ve felt in my fucking life, you are the best.” ~ Ali Hazelwood, Bride

Perhaps the eternal chain of being was not a chain at all but a ring, one life not ending where the other begins but all souls overlapping. ~ Lauren Groff, The Vaster Wilds

“You were such a lonely little girl, weren’t you? Whispering to grass. Befriending sticks. Dreaming yourself into movies and books. Every screen, every page, like a door to another world, remember?” ~ Mona Awad, Rouge

“Wherever you are, the richness and complexity and inexhaustible, unplumbable thereness of the whole rushes in through your eyes and your ears and your nose and across your skin. Every single thing around you is right there and so are you. The teeming world is right there, and all of it is neither good nor bad, it just is.” ~ Naomi Alderman, The Future

“How are you so smart?” I asked, suddenly confronting myself with the fact that a cat was typing and understood theories of class and labor. “No offense, but your brain is the size of a walnut.” HOW ARE SO MANY HUMANS SO UNINTELLIGENT? Hera typed back. THEY HAVE BRAINS THE SIZE OF SEVERAL WALNUTS. ~ John Scalzi, Starter Villain

To let the infotainment bath of the day stream over you was to slowly scrub away at the skin of your own humanity. ~ Stephen Markley, The Deluge

There’s a gaping hole in my memory from the moment I answered the phone on my desk on what was definitely a blue-sky summer’s day until the moment I woke on the park bench this morning to the biting chill of an approaching winter. ~ Megan Goldin, Stay Awake

Turn your face up to the sky. Listen. The world is trembling into possibility. The world is reminding us that this is what the world does best. New life. Rebirth. The greenness that rises out of ashes. ~ Margaret Renkl, The Comfort of Crows: A Backyard Year

The HubSystem that controlled their habitat, that they were dependent on for food, shelter, filtered air, and water, was trying to kill them. And in their corner all they had was Murderbot, who just wanted everyone to shut up and leave it alone so it could watch the entertainment feed all day. ~ Martha Wells, All Systems Red ( The Murderbot Diaries #1)

“There are things far worse than death. Like her when she’s annoyed.” He jerked his chin in my direction. “She likes to stab things then. But when she gets angry? You’ll see exactly what a god is capable of.” The Priest’s eyes darted to me, and I smiled tightly. “I do get stabby. And I’m already annoyed by a whole list of things.” ~ Jennifer L. Armentrout, The War of Two Queens

That’s the thing about revolutions—you typically can’t see them while they’re happening. They’re usually met with more suspicion than belief. And they’re only really solidified and celebrated in hindsight. Maybe it’s the scientist in me, but I’d like to believe that we’re in the middle of a revolution that will only be recognizable in years to come. ~ Christine Blasey Ford, One Way Back: A Memoir

The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water. ~ Laura Shepherd-Robinson, The Square of Sevens