Flying in PlaceTor Publishing Group, 01 ապր, 2010 թ. - 192 էջ Once in a while, a first novel arrives like a bolt of lightning, commanding attention with an explosion of power, grace, and light. Flying in Place is such a book. As unflinching as The Lovely Bones, as startling as Beloved, it is a work to bear witness--with bravery and compassion--for the experience of millions of readers and their loved ones. |
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... wasn't the sound I dreaded . Breathing was . " Emma ? " Bret asked gently . " Where was she doing cart- wheels ? " I swallowed . Talking hadn't been this difficult for years . " On my bedroom ceiling . " I recognized her right away . I ...
... wasn't in my body , I could define directions any way I wanted to . I rotated so that my feet were on the ceiling and the breathing was coming from over my head . As always , I tried not to pay attention to it , but today it was louder ...
... wasn't deaf . " You can't do cartwheels , " I told her . I'd never been able to do cartwheels , no matter what I was wearing . " You aren't even supposed to be here . You're dead . Go back to your own room , where you belong . " " But I ...
... wasn't distracting me very well ; I could still hear the breathing , heavy as waves crashing on a beach . What good was being out of my body , if I couldn't get away from the breathing ? " You're a ghost . " " I am ? But ghosts used to ...
... wasn't good enough for you ? Didn't they worship you up there the way Mom does ? " " I already told you , I don't know ! " There was the edge of a whine in her voice . Good . I was getting to her , then . She scowled at me and said ...