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One part of this book that stuck with me was from the very end of the book when Hustvedt writes, "I stand and watch the snog and it is all happening at once. It cannot last, I say, this feeling cannot last, but it doesn't matter. It is here now." (304) This passage becomes an imagine in my mind and I feel the same feelings she describes. Everyone deals with this fleeting feeling, the depressing thought that the times when we are having the most fun will be over before we know it. It is a refreshing idea for the end of a book dealing primarily with sorrow.