You Like Me, Josie Moraine. You Just

People I Didn't Know Formed A Circle Around Me, Sheltering Me From View. They Escorted Me Safely Back To Our Jurta, Undetected. They Didn't Ask For Anything. They Were Happy To Help Someone, To Succeed At Something, Even If They Weren't To Benefit. We'd Been Trying To Touch The Sky From The Bottom Of The Ocean. I Realized That If We Boosted One Another, Maybe We'd Get A Little Closer.

David Arnold's Writing Is Both Heartfelt And Hilarious. You Will Fall In Love With Mim, Even As Her Grand Journey Will Keep You Guessing. Mosquitoland Reminds Us That Sometimes Imperfect Is Just Perfect.

You Like Me, Josie Moraine. You Just Don't Know It Yet.

He Threw His Burning Cigarette Onto Our Clean Living Room Floor And Ground It Into The Wood With His Boot. We Were About To Become Cigarettes.

I Looked Down At The Little Pink Face In The Bundle. A Newborn. The Child Had Been Alive Only Minutes But Was Already Considered A Criminal By The Soviets.