Excerpt from The Virgin Suicides

I didn't enjoy The Virgin Suicides. It's a beautifully poetic book, but the romance of it was destroyed from having seen the cult classic film multiple times prior to reading. I enjoyed the following passage immensely though, particularly the last line.

From p. 235 of my copy:

Inside, we got to know girls who had never considered taking their own lives. We fed them drinks, danced with them until they became unsteady, and led them out to the screened-in veranda. They lost their high heels on the way, kissed us in the humid darkness, and then slipped away to throw up demurely in the outside bushes. Some of us held their heads as they vomited, then let them rinse their mouths with beer, after which we got back to kissing again. The girls were monstrous in their formal dresses, each built around a wire cage. Pounds of hair were secured atop their heads. Drunk, and kissing us, or passing out in chairs, they were bound for college, husbands, child-rearing, unhappiness only dimly perceived - bound, in other words, for life.