Book of the Day Archive
December 6, 2018
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t chubby. Like being Indian, being chubby feels like it is just part of my permanent deal.
November 30, 2018
In 1978 all the fish I cared about died.
November 29, 2018
I remember the day the Aleut ship came to our island. At first it seemed like a small shell afloat on the sea. Then it grew larger and was a gull with folded wings.
November 23, 2018
What follows is the strange and fateful tale of a boy, a girl, and a ghost. The boy possessed uncommon qualities, the girl was winsome and daring, and the ancient ghost . . . well, let it only be said that his intentions were good.
November 22, 2018
“Somebody must have told them suckers I was coming.” “Who?” I asked. “The Congs, man. Who you think I’m talking ’bout?”
November 16, 2018
Designing the creatures was only the first step. There was still the monumental task of building them.
November 15, 2018
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit.
November 9, 2018
They were children themselves, my mother and father, when they started having children in 1967 on the border of South Texas.
November 8, 2018
This book attempts to provide a short history of everybody for the last 130,000 years. The question motivating the books is: why did history unfold differently on different continents?
November 2, 2018
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
November 1, 2018
Nya is going to the pond to fetch water for her family, there and back, twice.
October 26, 2018
Until he was four years old James Henry Trotter had had a happy life.
October 25, 2018
At the first gesture of morning, flies began stirring. Inman’s eyes and the long wound at his neck drew them, and the sound of their wings and the touch of their feet were soon more potent than a yardful of roosters in rousing a man to wake.
October 19, 2018
It was Mrs. May who first told me about them.
October 18, 2018
Look, I didn’t want to be a half-blood. If you’re reading this because you think you might be one, my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever lie your mom and dad told you about your birth, and try to lead a normal life.
October 12, 2018
If you are interested in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book.
October 11, 2018
They took my father three days ago, a week before my tenth birthday. No one knows where he is. Or if they do know, they are not telling me.
October 4, 2018
The room is bright and alive at 8:45 a.m. I can almost ignore Middle Borough High School’s zombie fluorescent lighting.
October 5, 2018
Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity. Good. His dad had the pickup going. He could get up now. Jess slid out of the bed and into his overalls.
September 28, 2018
In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines.
September 27, 2018
Jim Webb’s luck was running muddy when Bass Reeves rode into town. Webb had stayed one jump ahead of the lawman for two years. He wasn’t about to be caught now.
September 26, 2018
I shouldn’t have come to this party. I’m not even sure I belong at this party. That’s not on some bougie shit, either. There are just some places where it’s not enough to be me. Either version of me.
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.