"She always wanted to be the kind of person who could play the “Moonlight” Sonata. 

She buries her failure at this, as she buries all her failures, in reading. 

The wine is finished; she sucks a lollipop that only tastes red. 

She reads for a long time until she hears what she thinks is her stomach growling, but it is, in fact, nearby thunder. 

And just after the thunder comes the rain, and with the rain comes the memory of the baby sinkhole under the southeast corner of the house."

-Lauren Groff, "Flower Hunters"