A richly imagined new novel from the author of the New York Times bestseller, People of the Book . Once again, Geraldine Brooks takes a remarkable shard of history and brings it to vivid life. In 1665, a young man from Martha's Vineyard became the first Native American to graduate from... read more
Highly intelligent and caught in the confining world of the Puritans Bethia befriends Caleb, a Native American. We see Caleb's journey beyond the world of Martha's Vineyard through Bethia's eyes and over a period of years from young teenager to mature adult. Caleb, based on a real person,... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
“'Yet it eased my heart to make this accounting. I am not a hero. My life has not required it of me.'”
“This I do know, for the surfeit of loss in my life has convinced me: it will be easier to be grieved than to grieve.”
“This mornning, light lapped the water as if God had spilt a goblet of molten gold upon a ground of darkest velvet.”
“She was like a butterfly, full of color and vibrancy when she chose to open her wings, yet hardly visible when she closed them.”Bethia, describing her mother
“Women are not made like men. You risk addling your brain by thinking on scholarly matters that need not concern you.”Bethia's father to Bethia
“He laughed at that, and said that he had heard that the English needed a bell to tell them when they were hungry.”Caleb to Bethia
“They say the Lord's Day is a day of rest, but those who preach this generally are not women. Even on the Sabbath, a fire must be laid, water drawn, victuals prepared, infants washed and dressed in meeting clothes.”
“But it was his light temper, and his easy laugh that drew me close to him, over time, until I forgot he was a half-naked sassafras scented heathen annointed with raccoon grease”Bethia, describing Caleb
Every happiness is a bright ray between shadows, every gaiety bracketed by grief. There is no birth that does not recall a death, no victory but brings to mind a defeat.Highlighted by 348 Kindle customers
Who are we, really? Are our souls shaped, our fates written in full by God, before we draw our first breath? Do we make ourselves, by the choices we our selves make? Or are we clay merely, that is molded and pushed into the shape that our betters propose for us?Highlighted by 296 Kindle customers
Is it ever thus, at the end of things? Does any woman ever count the grains of her harvest and say: Good enough? Or does one always think of what more one might have laid in, had the labor been harder, the ambition more vast, the choices more sage?Highlighted by 294 Kindle customers
This I do know, for the surfeit of loss in my life has convinced me: it will be easier to be grieved for than to grieve.Highlighted by 227 Kindle customers
“What an odd course fate charts for us, does it not? Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you to an unintended harbor. But here, perhaps, the vessel lies that will carry you onward to the place where you were always meant to go.”Highlighted by 223 Kindle customers
I have come to think it is a fault in us, to credit what we give in such a case, and never to consider what must be given up in order to receive it.Highlighted by 198 Kindle customers
She believed that each humble thing, if done worthily, might be touched by grace.Highlighted by 177 Kindle customers
We are taught early here to see Nature as a foe to be subdued. But I came, by stages, to worship it. You could say that for me, this island and her bounties became the first of my false gods, the original sin that begot so much idolatry.Highlighted by 173 Kindle customers
sonquem of this place also. Every hut and house we have built here is on land willingly sold to us through negotiations that I conducted honorably. You will hear, perhaps, that not all the sonquem’sHighlighted by 89 Kindle customers
abecedarian. He took her into his own household some months since and sent her to a dame school nearby to his residence, in Boston, where it seems that, at age twelve, she has outstripped the mistress in learning.Highlighted by 61 Kindle customers
Part 1 Anno 1660, Actatis Suae (Age) 15, Great Harbor
Part 2 Anno 1661, Aetatis Suae 17, Cambridge
Part 3 Anno 1715, Actatis Suae 70, Great Harbor
This book is for any young adult and adult interested in a girl's journey away from a settlement and a native boy's adventure from Martha's Vineyard to Harvard. A 1665 historical fiction read.
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