The Stormchasers, by Jenna Blum.
But even more Karena is crying for herself. She cries because of her cowardice, because she told Charles she would come back and never did. She cries because of her selfishness, because she has turned him in not just so he could get help but so she would be free to go. She cries because of these things she has discovered...
Friday, April 29, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Water for Elephants
Water for Elephants, by Sara Gruen.
I am ninety. Or ninety-three. One or the other.
When you're five, you know your age down to the month.
Even in your twenties you know how old you are. I'm twenty-three, you say, or maybe twenty-seven. But then in your thirties something strange starts to happen. It's a mere hiccup at first, an instant of hesitation....
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
The Murderer's Daughters
The Murderers Daughters, by Randy Susan Meyers.
For one mean minute, I thought about what life would be like without my sister leaning on me, the end of constant responsibility for her body and soul, but before the idea could settle in, I slapped the thought out of my head.
We were here because I'd let my father into our house. Merry had her scar...
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk: A Modest Bestiary
Squirrel Seeks Chipmunk: A Modest Bestiary, by David Sedaris.
From the short story "The Grieving Owl":
My next stop was the city zoo. I've heard there are some that house the animals in actual landscapes, fields and jungles and the like. Ours, I discovered, is more old-fashioned, geared towards the viewer rather than the viewed.
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I don't know...
