# Elizabeth Is Missing
Author:: Emma Healey
## Highlights
> I have hours of the day to fill and at some point I have to switch on the TV. ([Location 81](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=81))
> A few years ago I would have been appalled at myself—watching TV in the day! But what else is there to do? I occasionally read, but the plots of novels don’t make sense any more and I can never remember where I’ve left off. So I can boil an egg. I can eat an egg. And I can watch TV. After that, I’m just waiting: for Carla, for Helen, for Elizabeth. ([Location 85](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=85))
> There are bits of paper all over the house, lying in piles or stuck up on different surfaces. Scribbled shopping lists and recipes, telephone numbers and appointments, notes about things that have already happened. My paper memory. ([Location 211](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=211))
> I feel rather drab and shy for a few minutes. But then I remember that I am old and nobody is looking at me. ([Location 1107](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=1107))
> I yawn and put a newspaper package on the floor next to another, similar one; they are strange muffled shapes and I push them away. There is something frightening about their facelessness. That must be what my thoughts look like, masked and unrecognizable. ([Location 2892](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=2892))
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Title: Elizabeth Is Missing
Author: Emma Healey
Tags: readwise, books
date: 2024-01-30
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# Elizabeth Is Missing
Author:: Emma Healey
## AI-Generated Summary
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## Highlights
> I have hours of the day to fill and at some point I have to switch on the TV. ([Location 81](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=81))
> A few years ago I would have been appalled at myself—watching TV in the day! But what else is there to do? I occasionally read, but the plots of novels don’t make sense any more and I can never remember where I’ve left off. So I can boil an egg. I can eat an egg. And I can watch TV. After that, I’m just waiting: for Carla, for Helen, for Elizabeth. ([Location 85](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=85))
> There are bits of paper all over the house, lying in piles or stuck up on different surfaces. Scribbled shopping lists and recipes, telephone numbers and appointments, notes about things that have already happened. My paper memory. ([Location 211](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=211))
> I feel rather drab and shy for a few minutes. But then I remember that I am old and nobody is looking at me. ([Location 1107](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=1107))
> I yawn and put a newspaper package on the floor next to another, similar one; they are strange muffled shapes and I push them away. There is something frightening about their facelessness. That must be what my thoughts look like, masked and unrecognizable. ([Location 2892](https://readwise.io/to_kindle?action=open&asin=B00FJ3AAWQ&location=2892))