“How strange, I think—that I am in a place my parents have never been and will never see. How strange that I… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Maisie sensed it first. She wouldn’t stop crying. Since she was a month old, when our mother got sick,” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“It was during this period that she would wake in the night and get out of bed to go to her parents’… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“only link we had to our future was a name scrawled on a piece of paper my father tucked in his shirt… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Well,” she says, “I’m a Penobscot Indian on my father’s side. When I was young, we lived on a reservation near Old… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Every Easter she and her mother planted those crocuses near the fence beside the driveway, and soon enough a whole cluster of… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“He tells me about his family—how there was some kind of dispute, and his brother killed his father when Mr. Grote was… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“She has never tried to find out what happened to her family — her mother or her relatives in Ireland. But over… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Molly learned long ago that a lot of the heartbreak and betrayal that other people fear their entire lives, she has already… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“In Bangor, she’d had no incentive to do homework—her foster parents were partiers, and she’d come home from school to find a… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown. He plants… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“I try to forget the horror of what happened. Or—perhaps forget is the wrong word. How can I forget? And yet how can I… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“don’t know how much of my memory of this time is affected by my age now and how much is a result of the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“The stark gray sky and bare tree limbs feel more suited to her than the uncomplicated promise of sunny spring days.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Sometimes these spirits have been more real to me than people, more real than God. They fill silence with their weight, dense and warm,… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Every Easter she and her mother planted those crocuses near the fence beside the driveway, and soon enough a whole cluster of them, white… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Mr. Kaminski pulled a chain hanging from the pressed-metal kitchen ceiling, and light seeped from a bulb, casting a wan glow over a scarred… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Before we leave the gravesite, Mary sings Mother's favorite gospel hymn ... Mary's lovely voice rises and lingers in the air, and by the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“for the first time since the fire, my worries are gone. I feel a joy so strong it’s almost painful—a knife’s edge of joy.” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“What was it the teacher in her Legal Issues class said the other day? Never bring up a point you don’t have an answer… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“Mrs. Scatcherd raps Dutchy's knuckles several times with a long wooden ruler, though it seems to me a halfhearted penalty. He barely winces, then… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“(There are many ways to be crippled, I’ve learned over the years, many forms of paralysis.)” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“This girl may never go anywhere. She should at least know that adventure is in her bones.” When” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
“only link we had to our future was a name scrawled on a piece of paper my father tucked in his shirt pocket as… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share
