When he read his father’s books, he was the first. He lived in a world shining and fresh and as uninspected as Eden on the sixth day.

There’s not any real forwardness to it. You don’t sense it’s straining to get anywhere. The thing it makes you see as she reads is something heavy swinging slowly at the end of a long rope.

Rider to your mate be true Follow heart in deed and do All the best your strength can find So you will rest in heart and mind

What I think was hardest for me to realize was that he had tried each time to stop himself. He had killed animals, taking lesser lives to keep from killing a child

Written By Alice Sebold

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