Sarah O'Connor

Writer – Playwright – Cannot Save You From The Robot Apocalypse

“I’m a coward. I run from knowing everything…I can’t grasp death. The immensity, the finality, if you don’t believe there’s a place where someone is waiting for you. I don’t know what to do with something so immovable. To know you can see someone only by looking back,” (Jackson 284). Things have been rough for twenty-four …

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“We live in a world where exceptional women have to sit around waiting for mediocre men,” (Jenkins Reid 297). After Nicki Chan matches Carrie Soto’s record of twenty Grand Slam titles in tennis, she decides to come out of retirement. At thirty-seven, she’s the oldest woman tennis player to do so, but Carrie Soto is determined …

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“I am lonely, of course. I’m so lonely I could make a map of my loneliness,” (Mellors 126). A few hours before midnight on New Year’s Eve, twenty-four-year-old British painter Cleo meets forty-five-year-old advertising CEO Frank and there is an instant connection. Frank is enchanted by Cleo’s beauty and artistic nature while Cleo is impressed …

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“The dead don’t walk,” (Kingfisher 113). Retired soldier Alex Easton has received a letter from their childhood friend Madeline Usher saying that she is dying. Alex heads to the imposing old house of Usher and finds horrid smelling mushrooms on the grounds, strange hares that disturb the people around the land, and an oddly glowing lake. …

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“This is the strange lesson of living in a pandemic: life can be tranquil in the face of death,” (St. John Mandel 195). Eighteen-year-old Edwin St. Andrew comes to Canada after disgracing his family during a family dinner. He finds himself exploring a Canadian forest when he suddenly hears a few notes of a violin …

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“Before it was over, the murders would claim the lives of seventeen people of different ages and backgrounds. All would be discovered with similar wounds: their throats slit or their wrists cut. A few sustained deep cuts to the inner thigh. Each of the victims died from blood loss, yet each of the crime scenes …

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“We were sisters. We felt each other’s pain. We caused each other’s pain. We knew the smell of each other’s morning breath. We made each other cry. We made each other laugh. We got angry, pinched, kicked, screamed at each other. We kissed, on the forehead, nose on nose, butterfly eyelashes swept against cheeks…We possessed …

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I received this book from the author in exchange for an honest review. “‘Here I am, God,’ she prayed. But what am I here for?” (Denny 20). In 2019 Peri Fuller is just about to start school at Harvard University when she finds a hairpin with a strange symbol engraved on it on the beaches …

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“It sounds wild, I know, but racism is a spectrum and they all participate in it in some way. They don’t all have white hoods or call us mean things… But racism isn’t just about that – it’s not about being nice or mean. Or good versus bad. It’s bigger than that,” (Àbíké-Íyímídé 166). At …

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“I wanted a kind of logic. A reason. An assurance that things worked the way they were supposed to. Creatures lived and they died and sometimes they returned in a different form. Sometimes they haunted the living, and sometimes they let us be,” (LaCour 145). Mila has graduated from high school and aged out of …

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