Margaret’s Reviews > An American Childhood: A Poignant Memoir About Parents and Passion in 1950s Pittsburgh > Status Update

How confidently I had overlooked all this--rocks, bugs, rain. What else was I missing? I opened books like jars. Here between my hands, here between some book's front and back covers, whose corners poked dents in my palm, was another map to the neighborhood I had explored all my life, and fancied I knew, a map depicting hitherto invisible landmarks. After I learned to see those, I looked around for something else.