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Emma Donoghue “Room”


  • Vitamins are medicine for not getting sick and going back to Heaven yet. I never want to go, I don’t like dying but Ma says it might be OK when we’re a hundred and tired of playing.
  • Stealing is when a boy takes what belongs to some boy else, because in books and TV all persons have things that belong just for them, it’s complicated.
  • Here come the turtle babies out of their shells, but the turtle mothers are gone already, that’s weird. I wonder if they meet sometime in the sea, the mothers and the babies, if they know each other or maybe they just swim on by.
  • I think he’s doing sarcasm, when he says the really opposite with a voice that’s all twisty.
  • Ma plays with Tank too but not as long. She gets sick of things fast, it’s from being an adult.
  • It would be cool to sometimes go smaller again and sometimes bigger like Alice.
  • Before I didn’t know to be mad that we can’t open Door, my head was too small to have Outside in it. When I was a little kid I thought like a little kid, but now I’m five I know everything.

“Scared is what you’re feeling,” says Ma, “but brave is what you’re doing.”




  • I remember the manners, that’s when persons are scared to make other persons mad.
  • It’s really quiet for a minute. The woman says: “Your experiences have given you, ah, enormous empathy with the suffering children of the world.” “Not just children,” says Ma. “People are locked up in all sorts of ways.”
  • “Hey buddy.” Here’s Paul my Uncle, I didn’t know he was let in the dining room. I think buddy is man talk for sweetie.
  • In the world I notice persons are nearly always stressed and have no time. Even Grandma often says that, but She and Steppa don’t have jobs, so I don’t know how persons with jobs do the jobs and all the living as well. In Room me and Ma had time for everything. I guess the time gets spread very thin like butter over all the world, the roads and houses and playgrounds and stores, so there’s only a little smear of time on each place, that everyone has to hurry on to the next bit.