He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot. We were about to become cigarettes.
Ruta SepetysMrs. Rimas cried at the mention of the wafer and the traditional Christmas blessing. "God grant that we are all together again next year.
Ruta SepetysOne day when I was fourteen, I told Charlie that I hated Mother. โDonโt hate her, Jo,โ he told me. โFeel sorry for her. Sheโs not near as smart as you. She wasnโt born with your compass, so she wanders around, bumping into all sorts of walls. Thatโs sad.โ I understood what he meant, and it made me see Mother differently. But wasnโt there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didnโt seem fair.
Ruta SepetysDavid Arnold's writing is both heartfelt and hilarious. You will fall in love with Mim, even as her grand journey will keep you guessing. Mosquitoland reminds us that sometimes imperfect is just perfect.
Ruta SepetysPeople I didn't know formed a circle around me, sheltering me from view. They escorted me safely back to our jurta, undetected. They didn't ask for anything. They were happy to help someone, to succeed at something, even if they weren't to benefit. We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. I realized that if we boosted one another, maybe we'd get a little closer.
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