“chair wouldn’t rock. So I heaved myself from side to side. It still didn’t move. I gripped the arms and jerked myself around and hung way out over the arms like some rodeo rider on a wild bull.” — Jack Gantos Copy Share Image
“His eyes flared, and he tightened his grip on her arm. “Don’t press me, Meg.” She didn’t miss the intimate use of her Christian name, but there was no mistaking the threat this time. His voice was deep and liquid… — Monica McCarty Copy Share Image
