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Emily Austin

Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead

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'Funny about death, real about anxiety, witty about the things that worry us the most' Emma Gannon, author of Olive
'So fundamentally kind that you can feel the warmth coming off each page' Rowan Hisayo Buchanan, author of Starling Days
Meet Gilda. She cannot stop thinking about death. Desperate for relief from her anxious mind and alienated from her repressive family, she responds to a flyer for free therapy at a local church and finds herself abruptly hired to replace the deceased receptionist Grace. It's not the most obvious job — she's queer and an atheist for starters — and so in between trying to learn mass, hiding her new maybe-girlfriend and conducting an amateur investigation into Grace's death, Gilda must avoid revealing the truth of her mortifying existence.
A blend of warmth, deadpan humour, and pitch-perfect observations about the human condition, Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead is a crackling exploration of what it takes to stay afloat in a world where your expiration — and the expiration of those you love — is the only certainty.
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228 printed pages
Copyright owner
Bookwire
Original publication
2021
Publication year
2021
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Quotes

  • trexhas quoted2 years ago
    I’ve got it all figured out. We’re a parasite. Other animals on this planet coexist with nature. We don’t; we’re like scabies. Tiny mites covering the outer layer of earth, burrowing into it, infecting it. We are like tapeworm
  • Minahas quoted2 years ago
    I felt like I was never in the moment I was in. I was always looking back, or
    worried about the future
  • b5559146454has quoted15 hours ago
    I study the trees as I crawl past them. I do this to occupy my mind with thoughts that are not related to my own fragile mortality.

    That is a pine tree.

    A maple.

    Another pine.

    Spruce.

    My death, and the death of everyone I love, is inevitable.

    Pine again.

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