What was a weed, anyway. A plant nobody planted? A seed escaped from a traveler’s coat, something that didn’t belong? Was it something that grew better than what should have been there? Wasn’t it just a word, weed, trailing it’s judgments. Useless, without value. Unwanted.
– Janet Fitch, White Oleander, page 288
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ebook, 345 pages
Published September 1st 2006 by Little, Brown and Company
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