When I started to be a writer, I was not going to run the risk of boring you.
I've bumped into at least three people in town who all insist 'Winter's Bone' is about them.
Never. Never ask for what ought to be offered.
This is how sudden things happened that haunted forever.
I always loved the verve and vivacity of pulp and I kind of merged it with my own interest in family stories.
Ree, brunette and sixteen, with milk skin and abrupt green eyes, stood bare-armed in a fluttering yellowed dress, face to the wind, her cheeks reddening as if smacked and smacked again.