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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... hair, he would do it. “A little one, Peter?” He pulls his journal from his rear pocket. “I did one on prose rhythm. Like Mitchey.” The pages are smeary because he obsessively reworks and revises. “This doesn't—it doesn't have no—any ...
... hair, he would do it. “A little one, Peter?” He pulls his journal from his rear pocket. “I did one on prose rhythm. Like Mitchey.” The pages are smeary because he obsessively reworks and revises. “This doesn't—it doesn't have no—any ...
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... hair shredded by angry birds or paid a lot of money to have somebody make her look hard-bitten, but her wavering voice betrays her. “We're all looking forward to it, Andria.” “Yeah,” says Burns, halfway out of his chair. “I was just ...
... hair shredded by angry birds or paid a lot of money to have somebody make her look hard-bitten, but her wavering voice betrays her. “We're all looking forward to it, Andria.” “Yeah,” says Burns, halfway out of his chair. “I was just ...
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... hair. The history of my perms is the history of my mental health. Right now I'm in a perm named “True” that keeps it swept back from my face in slight ripples of dark auburn wave flowing thickly down my back: a look that's uncontrolled ...
... hair. The history of my perms is the history of my mental health. Right now I'm in a perm named “True” that keeps it swept back from my face in slight ripples of dark auburn wave flowing thickly down my back: a look that's uncontrolled ...
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... hair did not have as much black in it as mine, but it was the same auburn shade. All the features of his face were so much like mine that I might have been only his moult, a person still inside the skin he had shed. The compass also ...
... hair did not have as much black in it as mine, but it was the same auburn shade. All the features of his face were so much like mine that I might have been only his moult, a person still inside the skin he had shed. The compass also ...
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... hair, except unpermed and fuller than mine and richer in crow-black shiny touches. At her birth, the doctor injured her left eyebrow. Maybe only I still notice the slight shadowed flatness at that one plane of her face. “So?” I ask ...
... hair, except unpermed and fuller than mine and richer in crow-black shiny touches. At her birth, the doctor injured her left eyebrow. Maybe only I still notice the slight shadowed flatness at that one plane of her face. “So?” I ask ...
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