“He squints at me. “Except for the red hair and freckles, you look okay. You’ll be fine and dandy sitting at the… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“You’re not mending a rip in your father’s trousers. People are paying good money—” “I know how to sew,” I blurt. “Maybe… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Only hours earlier, my da had come in from his job at the bar and changed his clothes, as he always did… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Let’s make a promise,” he says. “To find each other.” “How can we? We’ll probably end up in different places.” “I know.”… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“Pushing the hair back from my face and tracing the line of my jaw with his finger, he says, “With you I’d… — 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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“(There are many ways to be crippled, I’ve learned over the years, many forms of paralysis.)” — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
“This girl may never go anywhere. She should at least know that adventure is in her bones.” When” — 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 pocket as… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
