Darkestwings Reads

I didn’t want to remind her that I was the reason she was trapped in electric bills and kid’s shoes grown too small, the reason she was clawing at the windows like Michaels dying tomatoes. She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress.

– Janet Fitch, White Oleander, page 12

Version:
ebook, 345 pages
Published September 1st 2006 by Little, Brown and Company