A Tree Grows In Brooklyn by Betty Smith
“Because," explained Mary Rommely simply, "the child must have a valuable thing which is called imagination. The child must have a secret...
Running Close To The Wind by Alexandra Rowland
“Julian,” Avra said, sharply reproachful. “Tev had such a hard day, and now you’re dangling reminders at them of your past as a slutty...
The Dearly Beloved by Cara Wall
“How could she be the only one who knew that some experiences could not be translated into language, could only be measured or explained...
There, There by Tommy Orange
"We are the memories we don't remember, which live in us, which we feel, which make us sing and dance and pray the way we do, feelings...
Happy Birthday, Aunt
Dear Aunt It is your birthday today, 11th November, and for the first time since I lost you, I do not wish you were here. I try and place...