White Oleander - Janet Fitch

"Isn´t it funny? I´m enjoying my hatred so much more than I ever enjoyed love. Love is temperamental. Tiring. It makes demands. Love uses you. Changes its mind." Her eyes were closed. Beads of water decorated her face, and her hair spread out from her like jellyfish tendrils. "But hatred, now. That´s something you can use. Sculpt. Wield. It´s hard or soft, however you need it. Love humilates you, but hatred cradles you. It´s so soothing. I feel indefinitely better now."


10% into the book and there´s already one person who freaks me out.