A Rightness Hovering Above All That Was Wrong

I just finished this great book, Belong To Me by Marisa de los Santos. There were a few really great sections, but this one I actually stopped and went back to read three times before I moved on:

"...What truly surprised Piper, what she would look back on years later with wonder, wasn't the fury or the defiance. Instead, it was the peace.

It seemed impossible that you could stand in a kitchen making hot chocolate and grilled-cheese sandwiches with your best friend dying in the next room, the voices of her children tangled up with the voices of your own, that you could butter bread and watch, through the window, the trees relinquishing their leaves and hear the silvery tumble of water into a kettle, and be suddenly aware that what resided at the heart of every shape and sound was peace. A rightness hovering above all that was wrong, shimmering, like heat rising from a street in summer.

It seemed impossible, but it wasn't. Piper stood inside those moments and understood, as deeply as she'd ever understood anything, that living with Elizabeth's dying was the truest thing to ever happen to her. "Right here, right now." She thought again and again, "Right here, right now."..."


Just that section alone was worth buying the book for. Beautiful...