Linda D. (stormyinAlabama) - , reviewed on 9/7/2008 + 146 more book reviews

I dont have good memories of growing up. Seems like I knew a lot of ugly stuff when I shouldnt. The only two things I remember as beautiful were my mom and this riverbank. And until I knew better I thought theyd named the river after my mom.

The man who lived in our trailer was always angry. Always smoking. Dont know why. He lit one cigarette with the glow-plug end of the other. Touched them like sparklers. They matched his eyes. He never hit me, least not very hard, but his mouth hurt my ears. Mom said it was the devil in the bottle, but I dont think you drink meanness. You can try to drown it, but, in my experience, its a pretty good swimmer. Thats why its in the bottle. To escape it, she and I, we came here. She told me itd help my asthma. I knew better. Dying was about the only thing thatd help my asthma.

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