i’ve learned a lot about what literature looks like, can look like. i picked this up in a little street library in auckland, i love the world for it a little bit more.
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1. the heat went on and on, like the summers of childhood. you think back, the chief memory is the heat
11. she was always complaining of me yet she seemed to need me. i don’t think she loved me.
77. look, laurel, the clouds are like birds. can you see?
79. unhappy? lolly’s a lucky child.
89. to have water over, round and under me
102. you and your dream talk. “kind.” i get lonely.
I read this book by Ursula Holden many, many years ago, while I was in the fourth or fifth grade. The content was arguably a little adult for a ten year old, but that especially gripped by attention.
Over the years since then, I haven't come across mention of this book anywhere, let alone see it in a bookstore or such. But the impression this simple account of several profound, yet ordinary characters had on me is yet to fade away.