Friday, September 21, 2012
Books That Make Me Go.....Ahhhh
This week the passage that caught my eye is from The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh:
Elizabeth didn't ask why I was crying, just pulled me into the kitchen. She sat on a wooden chair and drew me awkwardly into her lap. In a few months I would be ten. I was too old to sit on her lap, too old to be held and comforted. I was also too old to be given back. Suddenly I was both terrified of being placed in a group home and surprised that Meredith's scare tactic worked. Burying my face in Elizabeth's neck, I sobbed and sobbed. She squeezed me. I waited for her to tell me to calm down, but she didn't.