# Orpheus Builds A Girl ![rw-book-cover](https://cdn.kobo.com/book-images/9966760c-1147-4494-a3c7-725a5976067f/orpheus-builds-a-girl.jpg) URL:: https://www.kobo.com/ebook/orpheus-builds-a-girl Author:: Heather Parry ## Highlights > You have likely heard my sister’s story already. She has been everywhere these six months past, in the papers and in gossip, her life broken apart and put back together in a way that suits him best. She has been rebuilt, rebroken, mutilated all over again. > Money, equipment, time, bodies; I had as much as I needed, and my research during this time was of a quality unmatched since. > There is an air about the elderly, a sensory fullness of the rooms in which they reside, and to a child this is an embrace. > bastardised form of Zen Buddhism, where she engaged in > Some say that looking into the eyes of the dead is like looking into an abyss of sorts, but rather, I felt myself drawn into the blackness that existed where my grandmother once was—enticed, even --- Title: Orpheus Builds A Girl Author: Heather Parry Tags: readwise, books date: 2024-01-30 --- # Orpheus Builds A Girl ![rw-book-cover](https://cdn.kobo.com/book-images/9966760c-1147-4494-a3c7-725a5976067f/orpheus-builds-a-girl.jpg) URL:: https://www.kobo.com/ebook/orpheus-builds-a-girl Author:: Heather Parry ## AI-Generated Summary None ## Highlights > You have likely heard my sister’s story already. She has been everywhere these six months past, in the papers and in gossip, her life broken apart and put back together in a way that suits him best. She has been rebuilt, rebroken, mutilated all over again. > Money, equipment, time, bodies; I had as much as I needed, and my research during this time was of a quality unmatched since. > There is an air about the elderly, a sensory fullness of the rooms in which they reside, and to a child this is an embrace. > bastardised form of Zen Buddhism, where she engaged in > perfectly > knew > Some say that looking into the eyes of the dead is like looking into an abyss of sorts, but rather, I felt myself drawn into the blackness that existed where my grandmother once was—enticed, even