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
3 comments:
Wonderful prose!! Uhoh....I think I've found another book to add to the ever growing pile. Thanks Gillian for the recommendation!!
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.
Me again.. forgot to sign it although I think you know who it is. Love you, Boo
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