Seriously.
"...the single, flat syllable. My name, crackling through the voice of half a million cigarettes, is followed by three precious words:
“I believe you.”"
"...being the good daughter, the better daughter, hurts her maybe even more than it does me. She’s just that fucking big-hearted."
"...the low, anguished moan of a trapped animal realizing it’s too late even to chew off its own leg."
Seriously, every single line.
I can't wait to read part three!