Without a beginning, without answers, he is free to search, to become, to follow the far reaches of his mind and sail far, far away from home,
Retorno isn’t your typical tourist attraction, but Norman and Jacqueline weren’t your typical tourists. They were Canadian probation officers, in Israel on a mission
“Fine, fine,” I said. I wasn’t going to lie and say, “Splendid, glorious,” because I’m a terrible liar. But that response should be good enough
White people, she’d heard, almost never painted their faces. That was so stupid. Wasn’t it bad enough that they were so pale and colorless, like skeletons?,Normal Like Me: Chapter 5,White people, she’d heard, almost never painted their faces. That was so stupid. Wasn’t it bad enough that they were so pale and colorless, like skeletons?
Hoping the peal hadn’t woken her children, she ran to the door. Standing on her doorstep were the last two people Yael would have expected to see
He — the child always a bit behind, a bit slow; the reject, the anxiety-ridden young man who was never good enough — he was a prophet now
