Friday, June 23, 2006

Excerpt from "Lighthousekeeping" Jeanette Winterson

Lighthousekeeping | extract
Chapter 1 - Two Atlantics

My mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal part pirate.

I have no father. There's nothing unusual about that - even children who do have fathers are often surprised to see them. My own father came out of the sea and went back that way. He was crew on a fishing boat that harboured with us one night when the waves were crashing like dark glass.
His splintered hull shored him for long enough to drop anchor inside my mother.

-Jeanette Winterson


Lou said...

Wonderful prose!! Uhoh....I think I've found another book to add to the ever growing pile. Thanks Gillian for the recommendation!!

Anonymous said...

Hey Gillers.. still as hot as ever I see! Fabulous pictures, made me homesick. One of these days...
e-mail me, I don't have your e-mail address with me in NC.

Anonymous said...

Me again.. forgot to sign it although I think you know who it is. Love you, Boo