Thirteen-year-old Lakshmi lives with her family in a small hut on a mountain in Nepal. Though they are desperately poor, Lakshmi's life is full of simple pleasures: playing hopscotch with her best friend, looking after her black-and-white speckled goat, having her mother brush her hair by the... read more (warning: may contain spoilers)
Thirteen-year-old Lakshmi lives with her family in a small hut on a mountain in Nepal. Though they are desperately poor, Lakshmi's life is full of simple pleasures: playing hopscotch with her best friend, looking after her black-and-white speckled goat, having her mother brush her hair by the light of an oil lamp. But when Lakshmi's family lose all that remains of their crops in a monsoon, her stepfather says she must leave home and take a job in the city. Lakshmi undertakes the long journey to India full of hope for her new life, proud to be able to earn, daring to hope that she will make enough money to make her mother proud too. Then she learns the unthinkable truth: for 10,000 rupees she has been sold into prostitution.
“"A son will always be a son, they say. But a girl is like a goat. Good as long as gives you milk and butter. But not worth crying over when it's time to make a stew."”
“"You stupid hill girl," she says. "You actually believe what she's told you?"Lakshmi's thoughts "I do. I have to"”Ruben
“" Then Harish comes home from school, flushed and disheveled from his game of make- believe soccer. He beams at his mother, delighted to see her out of bed, then stops as he takes in her misery."”Valley ODESHO
“"Even a man who gambles away what little we have on a fancy hat and a new coat," she says, "is better than no man at all."”Nati D.
“Simply to endure,” she says, “is to triumph.”Highlighted by 42 Kindle customers
A son will always be a son, they say. But a girl is like a goat. Good as long as she gives you milk and butter. But not worth crying over when it’s time to make a stew.Highlighted by 33 Kindle customers
Trying to remember, I have learned, is like trying to clutch a handful of fog. Trying to forget, like trying to hold back the monsoon.Highlighted by 31 Kindle customers
This affliction—hope—is so cruel and stubborn, I believe it will kill me.Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
I have been beaten here, locked away, violated a hundred times and a hundred times more. I have been starved and cheated, tricked and disgraced. How odd it is that I am undone by the simple kindness of a small boy with a yellow pencil.Highlighted by 29 Kindle customers
If you look hard enough, chaos turns into order the way letters turn into words.Highlighted by 28 Kindle customers
If the crying of a young girl is the same to me as the bleating of the horns in the street below, what have I become?Highlighted by 24 Kindle customers
A tin roof means that the family has a father who doesn’t gamble away the landlord’s money playing cards in the tea shop. A tin roof means the family has a son working at the brick kiln in the city. A tin roof means that when the rains come, the fire stays lit and the baby stays healthy.Highlighted by 17 Kindle customers
Inside the bundle Ama packed for me are: my bowl, my hairbrush, the notebook my teacher gave me for being the number one girl in school, and my bedroll. Inside my head I carry: my baby goat, my baby brother, my ama’s face, our family’s future. My bundle is light. My burden is heavy.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
When he looks, he sees cigarettes and rice beer, a new vest for himself. I see a tin roof.Highlighted by 13 Kindle customers
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