It's Like The Human Race Has Been

Jill Felt An Emptiness Open Inside Of Her As She Lifted Her Arm, A Sense That Something Vital Was Being Subtracted From Her Life. It Was Always Like That When Somebody You Cared About Went Away, Even When You Knew It Was Inevitable, And It Probably Wasn't Your Fault.

Apparently Even The Most Awful Tragedies, And The People They'd Ruined, Got A Little Stale After A While.

He'd Never Had To Make The Adjustments And Compromises Other People Accepted Early In Their Romantic Careers; Never Had A Chance To Learn The Lesson That Sarah Taught Him Everyday--that Beauty Was Only A Part Of It, And Not Even The Most Important Part, That There Were Transactions Between People That Occurred On Some Mysterious Level Beneath The Skin, Or Maybe Even Beyond The Body.

Every Minute We Were Together, I Felt Like I Was Wandering In The Dark Through A Strange House, Groping For A Light Switch. And Then, Whenever I Found One And Turned It On, The Bulb Was Dead.

You Could Say That This Book Is Ripped From The Headlines, But That Wouldn't Be Fair. Bret Anthony Johnston's Riveting Novel Picks Up Where The Tabloids Leave Off, And Takes Us Places Even The Best Journalism Can't Go. Remember Me Like This Is A Wise, Moving, And Troubling Novel About Family And Identity, And A Clear-eyed Inventory Of Loss And Redemption.