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by Christine Schutt

Hardcover, 156 pages, Northwestern Univ Pr, List Price: $22.95 |


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Placed in the care of relatives at a young age, Alive Fivey struggles to adapt within numerous homes and eventually finds refuge in books, a childhood that leads her to discover her own promise as a writer. A first novel. By the author of Nightwork. (General Fiction)

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One winter afternoon--an entire winter--it was my father who was taking us. Father and Mother and I, we were going to Florida--who knew for how long? I listened in at the breakfast table whenever I heard talk of sunshine. I asked questions about our living there that made them smile. We all smiled a lot at the breakfast table. We ate sectioned fruit capped with bleedy maraschinos--my favorite! The squeezed juice of the grapefruit was grainy with sugar and pulpy, sweet, pink. "Could I have more?" I asked, and my father said sure. In Florida, he said it was good health all the time. No winter coats in Florida, no boots, no chains, no salt, no plows and shovels. In the balmy state of Florida, fruit fell in the meanest yard. Sweets, nuts, saltwater taffies in seashell colors. In the Florida we were headed for the afternoon was swizzled drinks and cherries to eat, stem and all: "Here's to you, here's to me, here's to our new home!" One winter afternoon in our favorite restaurant, there was Florida in our future while I was licking at the foam on the fluted glass, biting the rind and licking sugar, waiting for what was promised: the maraschino cherry, ever-sweet every time.