You were thrilled to enter the crawl space, but also frightened. There was a chance of snakes.
I could stay home on Sundays when visiting my parents. But I return to the pews of my childhood church because I love the people despite our differences.
All I remember from The Magic Stones is the image of a young man, some stones and blocks, and an experiment revealing the most perfect shape.
In her 11th novel Toni Morrison returns to the foundation of most of her fiction: childhood and its traumatic effects.
In the fifth row first seat there was a slight boy named Matthew. He could not sit still under any circumstances whatsoever.