Book of the Day Archive
September 21, 2018
Eleven-year-old Virgil Salinas already regretted the rest of middle school, and he’d only just finished sixth grade. He imagined all those years stretching ahead of him like a long line of hurdles, each of them getting taller, thicker, and heavier, and him standing in front of them on his weak and skinny legs.
September 14, 2018
When the deacons at our Bible Belt church cued up a horror flick aimed at dramatizing Hell according to the apocalyptic book of Revelation, I figured I better get right with God, and soon.
September 13, 2018
Today I moved to a twelve acre rock covered with cement, topped with bird turd and surrounded by water.
September 7, 2018
My name is LaVaughn and I am 15. When a little kid draws a picture it is all a big face and some arms stuck on. That’s their life. Well then, you get older and you are a whole mess of things, new thoughts, sorry feelings, big plans, enormous doubts, going along hoping and getting disappointed, over and over again. Nno wonder I don’t recognize my little crayon picture.
September 6, 2018
It begins, as most things begin, with a song.
August 31, 2018
Miyax pushed back the hood of her sealskin parka and looked at the Arctic sun. It was a yellow disc in a lime green sky, the colors of six o’clock in the evening and the time when the wolves awoke.
August 24, 2018
They didn’t say anything about this in the books, I thought, as the snow blew in through the gaping doorway and settled on my naked back. I lay face down on the cobbled floor in a pool of nameless muck, my arm deep inside the straining cow, my feet scrabbling for a toe hold between the stones.
August 23, 2018
“Where’s Papa going with that ax?” said Fern to her mother as they were setting the table for breakfast.
August 22, 2018
|The monster showed up just after midnight. As they do. Conor was awake when it came.|
August 17, 2018
I am born on a Tuesday at University Hospital, Columbus, Ohio, USA, a country caught between Black and White.