WHAT I JUST READ

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She was tired of chewing on her own black heart.

“Her Untold Story” (page 281), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 8:21 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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As if all anybody ever needed was good advice.

“Her Untold Story” (page 270), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 8:02 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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Was it a good or a bad thing that the world was coming to an end? It all depended on how you looked at it. Why was so much of religion about giving things up? All the sober wisdom of the ages. Why did you have to abandon your earthly desires, as long as there was still an earth?

“How We Brought the Good News” (page 266), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 7:47 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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To mourn over much, indeed, to mourn at all, was to row against the tide, to overstir the pot of the soul's misery.

“How We Brought the Good News” (page 266), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 7:46 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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Sophie hadn't yet arrived at words that might say exactly what about the paintings had set off such a commotion in her. She only felt that the world she inhabited had turned out wrong, flawed in unexpected ways, and the paintings knew it too.

“How We Brought the Good News” (page 255), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 7:31 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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But how did you stop caring about a thing, a cause or a boy, once your caring was no longer wanted?

“How We Brought the Good News” (page 250), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 7:20 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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The trick was to forget what you were looking at, forget that those things had names, leaf or sky, green or blue. Forget that there was such a thing as a name. You had to try not to try. His breathing slowed. He was not asleep; his eyes were open. A space of time passed, or rather it did not pass, since he was not aware of it.

“Treehouse” (page 236), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Monday, Nov 12, 2012 5:45 pm / On a flight from Detroit to Salt Lake City

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Most of the time we only say what other people expect to hear. Too many dead words smothered inside of us.

“Do Not Deny Me” (page 148), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Saturday, Nov 10, 2012 11:27 am / Driving from Christiansburg, Virginia to Washington DC

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The counselor’s goal… was to allow her to “move on,” which made all the sense in the world except she didn’t want to. Why would you want to forget someone? Why would you want to be forgotten?

“Do Not Deny Me” (page 147), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson

Read Saturday, Nov 10, 2012 11:25 am / Driving from Christiansburg, Virginia to Washington DC

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You kind of can't go wrong if you name typefaces after wine, women, or food.

Jessica Hische on naming typefaces.

Read Wednesday, Nov 7, 2012 3:59 pm / Researching for this article, from here in Christiansburg, VA.

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In order to do what you want for a living, all you have to do is find a way to show people that you do it.

Jessica Hische on how she became a letterer. 

Read Wednesday, Nov 7, 2012 2:57 pm / Researching for this article, from here in Christiansburg, VA.

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How high would you have to climb to see the whole city laid out beneath you, find the one small moving piece that was dear to you?

“Little Brown Bird” (page 103), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson 

Read Tuesday, Nov 6, 2012 4:38 pm / On a plane from Detroit to Roanoke, Virginia

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Who had she been, that long-ago girl child? Now that it was almost too late, she reached back, trying to reclaim her. Perhaps childhood was always a foreign country.

“Little Brown Bird” (page 96), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson 

Read Tuesday, Nov 6, 2012 4:30 pm / On a plane from Detroit to Roanoke, Virginia

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In such a bare place, the soul's ache would find it's proper home. What did you need in the wilderness? A kinder, braver heart.

“Wilderness” (page 54), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson 

Read Tuesday, Nov 6, 2012 10:55 am / On a plane from Salt Lake City to Detroit (en Route to Virginia). 

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I don't know why things stop being important. They just do.

“Wilderness” (page 54), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson 

Read Tuesday, Nov 6, 2012 10:54 am / On a plane from Salt Lake City to Detroit (en Route to Virginia). 

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She would not be happy, at least not anytime soon. She was too stubborn and full of grievance, her anger not yet a weapon she could wield.

"Soldiers of Spiritos" (page 23), Do Not Deny Me by Jean Thompson 

Read Tuesday, Nov 6, 2012 10:12 am / On a plane from Salt Lake City to Detroit (en Route to Virginia).