Little PegUntreed Reads, 2012 M09 10 - 155 pages Peg O'Crerieh is a wife, mother, creative writing instructor, and occasional resident of the Everview Residential Treatment Center, which she is once again preparing to leave. Awaiting Peg at home are her devoted family; the normal pressures of daily life; and, most important, the students in her Nontraditional English class, where the assignment is always to write about Peg. As Peg struggles to find her place in the outside world, she finds herself drawn into her students' stories. Usurping their material, revising their facts, Peg slowly inches toward the truth until she is finally able to leave the worst behind. By turns brilliantly comic and achingly sad, Little Peg is a portrait of a single woman, in extremis and in exultation, and of a life transformed by the retrospective powers of a gifted writer. |
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... boys like it when she serves them tea. The boys like the way the kettle hisses then whistles, and the boys like the way the air changes when the tea is plunged in the hot water.” She is reconsidering the next part. She reads it. “The ...
... boys like it when she serves them tea. The boys like the way the kettle hisses then whistles, and the boys like the way the air changes when the tea is plunged in the hot water.” She is reconsidering the next part. She reads it. “The ...
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... boys. I've been trying to say wise things about how if a woman wants knights she better expect armor and if she wants priests she better expect commandments, and for both she better shave her underarms. We've slogged down four doughnuts ...
... boys. I've been trying to say wise things about how if a woman wants knights she better expect armor and if she wants priests she better expect commandments, and for both she better shave her underarms. We've slogged down four doughnuts ...
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... boys. But one thing at a time, I tell myself, because Molly used to tell people I taught and doesn't anymore. “Why?” “Mom, you have to know how it is.” “I don't? I don't. You're right, I guess.” “Okay.” “So. I'm all ears.” She moves her ...
... boys. But one thing at a time, I tell myself, because Molly used to tell people I taught and doesn't anymore. “Why?” “Mom, you have to know how it is.” “I don't? I don't. You're right, I guess.” “Okay.” “So. I'm all ears.” She moves her ...
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... boy,” he muttered. He came from behind the camera in order to rearrange her shoulders and head. “Light's awful. Let's come back around three and shoot some more with Lady Max. We can leave it all—take the camera, though—get a tarp over ...
... boy,” he muttered. He came from behind the camera in order to rearrange her shoulders and head. “Light's awful. Let's come back around three and shoot some more with Lady Max. We can leave it all—take the camera, though—get a tarp over ...
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... boys' ever-alert penises. When Paula laughed at all that I assumed she believed me, so I believed me too. Completely. It could be the psychotropics I have taken. I have had extrapyramidal drug reactions but they're over, so I'm good as ...
... boys' ever-alert penises. When Paula laughed at all that I assumed she believed me, so I believed me too. Completely. It could be the psychotropics I have taken. I have had extrapyramidal drug reactions but they're over, so I'm good as ...
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