With a Hammer for My Heart: A NovelUniversity Press of Kentucky, 23. apr. 2014 - 224 sider With a Hammer for My Heart is the story of Lawanda, a precocious, poverty-stricken fifteen-year-old girl from Cardin, Kentucky, who dreams of attending college. When Lawanda's friendship with an alcoholic World War II veteran named Garland is misinterpreted by their fellow townspeople, a tragedy calls her future into question. |
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Side 6
... it's okay by me. Fact is, it's downright enterprising, Lawanda. But you got to be careful about your territory.” “What?” “Where you sell. They's some doors around here you knock on and you're dead.” I heard that, of course, but mostly ...
... it's okay by me. Fact is, it's downright enterprising, Lawanda. But you got to be careful about your territory.” “What?” “Where you sell. They's some doors around here you knock on and you're dead.” I heard that, of course, but mostly ...
Side 7
... it's been our custom to act like they're not. With my pocketbook bulging, I sat on a rock and put my arms on my ... its pages and just took off. But one person, an old man, put his hands on the cover and opened it like an accordion. He ...
... it's been our custom to act like they're not. With my pocketbook bulging, I sat on a rock and put my arms on my ... its pages and just took off. But one person, an old man, put his hands on the cover and opened it like an accordion. He ...
Side 9
... knew I probably shouldn't go in his bus—Mom had said not even to go in people's houses—but, well, there I was. It's just like I'm going to school, I told myself. First Bus was a sight. “This is my reading bus,” LAW ANDA.
... knew I probably shouldn't go in his bus—Mom had said not even to go in people's houses—but, well, there I was. It's just like I'm going to school, I told myself. First Bus was a sight. “This is my reading bus,” LAW ANDA.
Side 10
... it's because if we sit opposite each other, he thinks it's a confession booth.” A confession bus, I thought. All the other seats were piled with books. Rows of books like in a library, rows like in his garden. And the walls, from the ...
... it's because if we sit opposite each other, he thinks it's a confession booth.” A confession bus, I thought. All the other seats were piled with books. Rows of books like in a library, rows like in his garden. And the walls, from the ...
Side 11
... It's Garland,” he said. “No mister to it. First name and last. And I might take a magazine now; you're not all that stupid. Let me see what you got.” In the end he took two, paid me in raggedy bills he slid from under a seat in Second ...
... It's Garland,” he said. “No mister to it. First name and last. And I might take a magazine now; you're not all that stupid. Let me see what you got.” In the end he took two, paid me in raggedy bills he slid from under a seat in Second ...
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