Little Fires Everywhere

Part of her wanted to scream, so she slid a Tori Amos CD into the player, turned up the volume, and let it do the screaming for her.

To those out on their own paths, setting little
fires

she demanded with a groan, and Mia bit her tongue and reminded herself that her daughter was, after all, fifteen.

It confirmed something Elizabeth had long suspected: all these years, Elena had been building up credit. Perhaps she’d honestly wanted to help, perhaps she’d been motivated by kindness. But even so, she’d been keeping a running tally of everything she’d ever done for Elizabeth, too, every bit of support she’d given, and now she expected to be repaid.

They had been designed that way on purpose. It allowed residents to avoid the stigma of living in a duplex house—of renting, instead of owning—and allowed the city planners to preserve the appearance of the street, as everyone knew neighborhoods with rentals were less desirable.

she had made her daughter live by her whim

Mia could not help but notice her daughter’s infatuation with the Richardsons

another source of fascination.

and then, when Pearl continued to call her Mrs. Richardson, she was secretly proud of Pearl’s respectfulness

They were so artlessly beautiful, even right out of bed. Where did this ease come from