Lost Girl, The

James Morrison

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In The Lost Girl, James Morrison finds a compelling lens through the eyes of a young person trying to understand the world and her place in it. In stylized prose both elegant and spare, saturated with irony but fraught with tenderness, Morrison raises questions about modern life that become more pressing by the day.

Informations

• Publié par: Parlor Press, LLC
• Date de parution: 01 juillet 2007
• Nombre de lectures: 0
• EAN13: 9781602350120
• Langue: English
• Poids de l'ouvrage: 7 Mo

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JAMES MORRISON

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By te same autor

Broken Fever

he Lost Girl

A Novel

James Morrison

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Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Morrison, James, 1960-  Te lost girl : a novel / James Morrison.  p. cm.  ISBN 978-1-60235-010-6 (pbk. : acid-free paper) -- ISBN 978- 1-60235-011-3 (acid-free paper) -- ISBN 978-1-60235-012-0 (adobe ebook) 1. Psycoterapy--Fiction. 2. Loneliness--Fiction. 3. Satire. I. Title.  PS3563.O87458L57 2007  813’.54--dc22  2007014796

Printed on acid-free paper.

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For Bonnie, Jenny, and Patty and for Brianna, Cassandra, and Madeline

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April,1992

May, 1992

Contents

IIIJune to August, 1992

IVSeptember and October,1992

V

November,1992

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A allowed ting—to drop a life Into te mystic well— Too plummetless—tat it come back— Eternity—until—

I ponder ow te bliss would look— And would it feel as big— Wen I could take it in my and— As overing—seen—troug fog—

And ten—te size of tis “small” life— he Sages—call it small— Swelled—like Horizons—in my vest— And I sneered—softly—“small”!

—Emily Dickinson

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April, 1992

PLANS

All boys are prideful, but not all girls are innocent. In er deepest eart Cecelia knew tis axiom to be true not only because it was a repeated lesson of te af- ternoon talk-sows se loved—te girls wo gave abu- sive boyfriends one more cance, te boys wo com- manded te love of many girls at once—but because te experience of er own life, limited as se knew it was, attested to te trut of it. Before tird-our, se made plans wit Melanie Markovitc to go to te mall te following Satur- day afternoon. Ten, just as class was about to start, se eard Melanie lauging, two desks beind er, at someting Tiffani Brickley was saying. Tey were lauging at er—Cecelia was certain. Wit er com- plexly teased air and er fastidiously made-up face, Tiffani Brickley never seemed to refrain from making fun even in passing of Cecelia, wose air was straigt and face scrubbed clean. Tiffani’s mockery was of a disturbing and distinctive kind: casual, off-anded,

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