It was still very wet under the trees. A careless tug at a branch might flip cold rainbow-edged drops down your back. And the sky was gray as concrete. But they enjoyed the silence, the soft sucking ground matted with last year's needles.

Jean Thompson


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The danger of sending your children to college was that they would be contaminated by subversive forces, bad influences and bawdy women."

Rolled with laughter. Parent's fear, college student's desire.

Jean Thompson


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She'd permed her hair to within an inch of its life. When she moved her head, the mass of hair followed along behind her a split second later."

Perhaps you had to live through the late 70's, early 80's to appreciate this.

Jean Thompson

Mots clés humor 1980s



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After all, your head only had so much room in it. No surprise if it overflowed once in a while with little bits of sparkle and electrical fizz.

Jean Thompson

Mots clés life-truths



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We were afraid of so many things: Of our children, who lived in their own world of casually lurid pleasures, zombies and cartoon killers and thuggish music. Of our neighbors, who were buying gold and ammunition and great quantities of freeze-dried food, and who were organizing themselves into angry tribes recognizable to one another by bumper stickers.

Jean Thompson

Mots clés novel



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Maybe getting to know a child wasn't entirely unlike meditation. You kept going at it from all different angles, and once in a while something clicked.

Jean Thompson


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His heart cracked open and flooded all the space around it.

Jean Thompson

Mots clés contemporary-fiction inspirational-quote



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You wanted to believe that getting older, growing up, would change everything, transform you into the amazing person you were meant to be. But what if it didn't? What if you had to stay you forever?

Jean Thompson

Mots clés life success reality learning humanity identity time soul youth change heart self memory destiny



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Head full of beer, fists jammed into his empty pockets, halos of blur around the parking lot lights, yup, one more wasted evening, and even though you wanted to believe you had an infinite supply of evenings available for wasting, you didn’t.

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He was trying to decide if she was pretty. If you had to think about it, he guessed the answer was no.

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