Do you have a favorite passage from a book? Something that you connected with or that touched you in some way? I have many but here is one of my favorites.
Nobody took me away, Mother. My hand never slipped from your grasp. That wasn't how it went down. I was more like a car you'd parked while drunk, then couldn't remember where you'd left it. You looked away for seventeen years and when you looked back I was a woman you didn't recognize. So now I was supposed to feel pity for you and those other women who'd lost their own children during a holdup, a murder a fiesta of greed? Save your poet's sympathy and find some better believer. Just because a poet said something didn't mean it was true, only that it sounded good.........
From White Oleander
by Janet Fitch
