“The poems that used to entrance me in the days of Miss Violence now struck me as overdone and sickly. Alas, burthen,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“If anyone else told her to lower her voice, Roz would know what to do: scream louder.” — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“She stubs out her cigarette in the brown glass ashtray, then settles herself against him, ear to his chest. She likes to… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
