A dazzling debut, a blazingly original voice: the ten stories in St. Lucy’s Home for Girls Raised by Wolves introduce a radiant new talent. In the collection’s title story, a pack of girls raised by wolves are painstakingly reeducated by nuns. In “Haunting Olivia,” two young boys make midnight... read more
“But her favorite was the Houdini fantasy. Big Red disagrees with his biographers, who say that he was driven by his longing to shuck off his mortal coil. She knows that he was all the time just searching for a box that could hold him.”
“It's been two years. What if all the Olivia-ness has already seeped out of her and escaped into the violet welter of the clouds? Evaporated and rained down, evaporated and rained down. Olivia slicking over all the rivers and trees and dirty cities in the world. So that now there is only silt, and our stupid, salt-diluted longing. And nothing of our sister left to find.”
We are learning latitude and longitude in school, and it makes my face burn that I can graph the coordinates of my own love and courage with such damning precision.Highlighted by 23 Kindle customers
There are certain prehistoric things that swim beyond extinction.Highlighted by 22 Kindle customers
I guess that’s what growing up means, at least according to the publishing industry: phosphorescence fades to black and white, and facts cease to be fun.Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
I had almost forgotten this occipital sorrow, the way you are so alone with the things you see in dreams.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
I wondered what it would be like to be bred in captivity, and always homesick for a dimly sensed forest, the trees you’ve never seen.Highlighted by 15 Kindle customers
My mom says I’m destined to be the sort of man who uses big words but pronounces them incorrectly.Highlighted by 14 Kindle customers
It’s that dread, half-second lapse in the morning that gets me, when time’s still just a jumble of tenses at the foot of the bed.Highlighted by 11 Kindle customers
That’s the way to do it, the grown-up voices whisper. Wear your skeleton on the inside out, and keep your insect heart secret.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
It’s my favorite moment: when I’m one toe away from flight and my body takes over. The choice is made, but the consequence is still just an inky shimmer beneath me.Highlighted by 9 Kindle customers
My older sister has entire kingdoms inside of her, and some of them are only accessible at certain seasons, in certain kinds of weather. One such melting occurs in summer rain, at midnight, during the vine-green breathing time right before sleep. You have to ask the right question, throw the right rope bridge, to get there—and then bolt across the chasm between you, before your bridge collapses.Highlighted by 8 Kindle customers
1. Ava Wrestles the Alligator
2. Haunting Olivia
3. Z.Z.'s Sleep-Away Camp for Disordered Dreamers
4. The Start-Gazer's Log of Summer-Time Crime
5. from Children's Reminiscences of the Westward Migration
6. Lady Yeti and the Palace of Artificial Snows
7. The City of Shells
8. Out to Sea
9. Accident Brief, Occurance # 00/422
10. St Lucy's Home for Girls Raised by Wolves
11. Acknowledgements
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