Sentences from my recent reading

From Sister Spider Knows All by Adrian Fogelin -- a well-written story about an unusual family that has a booth at a flea market:

Mimi says our family may not be a greetingcard, but the three of us together - John Martin, her, and me - are family enough for anyone.

Just after the sun goes down it seems as if the light comes from inside of things.

From Rocket Boys by Homer H. Hickam, Jr. -- this is a re-read for me. It's a memoir of a boy, a family, a group of friends, and a town:

Great Lead: Until I began to build and launch rockets, I didn't know my hometown was at war with itself over its children and that my parents were locked in a kind of bloodless combat over how my brother and I would live our lives. I didn't know that if a girl broke your heart, another girl, virtuous at least in spirit, could mend it on the same night. And I didn't know that the enthalpy decrease in a converging passage could be transformed into jet kinetic energy if a divergent passage was added. The other boys discovered their own truths when we buil our rockets, but those were mine.

I got on my bicycle in the morning with a big white canvas bag strapped over my shoulder and delivered the Bluefield Daily Telegraph down this valley, pedaling past the Coalwood School and the rows of houses that were set along a little creek and up on the sides of the facing mountains.

It was a decision that I believed she often regretted, but still would not have changed.

My mother took no pity on me and scrubbed the coal dirt off me with a stiff brush and Lava soap.

He was wearing his green and white football letter jacket and also a nnew button-down pink andblack shirt (collar turned up).

"Sonny's small," Coach Tom Morgan told my Uncle Clarence at practice one day,"but he makes up for it by being slow."

"There are two things every woman really wants: one, she wants to know that a man really loves her, and two, that he isn't going to stop. . . . "

The night air was so clearn that when I looked up, the stars seemed to form a glowing blue-white bridge that arched from mountain to mountain.

All I've done is give you a book. You have to have the courage to learn what's inside it. - Miss Freida Joy Riley