Transcendent Kingdom by Yaa GyasiMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
I loved this book about science, God, mental health, immigration, addiction, connection. So many great moments of insight. I loved Gifty and felt for her as she retells the story of her life--her mother's immigration, her father's abandonment, her brother's addiction, her mother's depression. She tries to fix it all but doesn't know how until she finally reaches out to those around her. I didn't love the how the story seemed to stop at the climax, but maybe I just wanted to spend more time with Gifty.
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I vaguely remembered childhood kindness, but maybe I was conflating innocence and kindness.
One-tenth of a centimeter is all that stood between pretty good and unimaginable sorrow.
If I've thought of my mother as callous, and many times I have, then it is important to remind myself what a callus is: the hardened tissue that forms over a wound. And what a wound my father leaving was.
times when I saw him strung out in front of the carp-filled pond at Big Spring Park when I would think, God, I wish it was cancer, not for his sake but for mine. Not because the nature of his suffering would change significantly but because the nature of my suffering would.
It's true that for years before he died, I would look at his face and think, What a pity, what a waste. But the waste was my own, the waste was what I missed out on whenever I looked at him and saw just his addiction.
All you have to do is watch a child ride her bike directly into a brick wall or jump from the tallest branch of a sycamore tree to know that we humans are reckless with our bodies, reckless with our lives, for no other reason than that we want to know what would happen, what it might feel like to brush up against death, to run right up to the edge of our lives, which is, in some ways to live fully.



