We'll begin again. We'll revolve. You mean we'll evolve, Brit says. No, I mean revolve, the girl says. As in revolutions. We'll roll forward to a new place.
Spring by Ali Smith
I forgot to mention how much I adored the imagery of springtime in this book. I finshed reading it on March 31st and the last few pages are all about how hopeful and reneweing and thawing April is, perfect timing just after the clocks changed, I can feel the glow of spring healing me already.
