and she had only to mention a recently read novel for me to grab it up hungrily, to be inside her thoughts, a sort of telepathy
One night we were in San Antonio, and I was having a bit of a melt-down—wanting my own room, you know, my dog, my own bed—and Daddy lifted me up on the fairgrounds and told me to look at the moon. ‘When you feel homesick,‘ he said, ‘just look up. Because the moon is the same wherever you go.‘
-The moon means so much to me, so this is freaking beautiful and soul touching to read. She knows what I mean...
After the first bit of over-detailing and description overly poetic prose, it actually settles down and gets very interesting. I'm a part of this little book club and we're currently reading this amazing book.
"You think I beat girls up?” I said.
He shrugged. “She might have deserved it.”
“Um, we don‘t hit women in America.”
He scowled, and spit out an apple seed. “No. Americans just persecute smaller countries that believe different from them.”
