“When I stepped into the brown-tiled entryway of the Kentwood Public Library, the sunlight flowing down on me from the high windows, I felt a sense of importance. It gratified me to be in a place devoted to books and… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share
“If you want to rule your life with obligations to other people, that’s you.” — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“When I stepped into the brown-tiled entryway of the Kentwood Public Library, the sunlight flowing down on me from the high windows, I felt a sense of importance. It gratified me to be in a place devoted to books and quiet; I was filled with a sense of hope. Reading to me was fundamental, as fundamental as food. And nothing… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share
“I looked back all the time, too much, too often. Like Rose, I would be circling my mother the rest of my life.” — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
“Or like the way our mother would never get free of her first-generation immigrant mentality. Once in flight she was always in flight, glancing uneasily around before pushing on to another vista that promised better prospects. Maybe it kept her feeling safe. She couldn't have known that it would leave Sam and me feeling the opposite--permanently unsettled, unable to know… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share
“Everyone is always leaving each other, chasing down the next seeming opportunity—home or body. Where does it stop? Does it ever? I want to… — Bich Minh Nguyen Copy Share Image
