My wound is my geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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AmyG Oh boy, is this a great book. now
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My wound is my geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call.
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In the summer of 1889, hundreds of Black residents of Liberty County, Georgia, congregated in daily worship on rough-hewn benches arranged beneath the branches of two moss-covered live oak trees near Walthourville.
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It was morning, and James Douglas awoke frightened.
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This was a reread for me. It‘s been on my shelves since I bought it at Birchall‘s Bookshop in Launceston five decades ago. While I know I was engrossed by it, I wonder what a young girl living in a small country town made of this tale set 16,000 km away in Brooklyn slum?
"The android whose name was Boy set out on an adventure."
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This first line is from the first short story in this collection written by Sylvia Plath. This she wrote when she was 8. The start of this story also feels like a line from a poem and is a couple of paragraphs long with all the story ingredients. It‘s ending is wonderful and amused me.
The thief walked through rolls of milky fog, advancing warily to the base of a wall that rose until the fog swallowed it; his chameleon-web bodysuit mocked the opaline mist until he was a pale shade in the shadows.
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“As the farmhouse door flew open and the soldiers stormed in, Dora realized her first warm meal in months was actually a trap.“
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*(Somehow it doesn't feel like Friday, even though the calendar says it is.)
