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"It is not down in any map; true places never are." -Herman Melville, Moby-Dick  | |
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For Katie  | |
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The phone call came late one August afternoon as my older sister Gracie and I sat out on the back porch shucking the sweet corn into the big tin buckets.  | |
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"Angela Ashford says [AIDS] are bad and that I probably have 'em."
Dr. Clair looked at Layton. The mancala pieces were still in her hand.
"If Angela Ashford ever says anything like that to you ever again, you tell her that just because she's insecure about being a little girl in a society that puts an inordinate amount of pressure on little girls to live up to certain physical, emotional, and ideological standards- many of which are improper, unhealthy, and self-perpetuating- it doesn't mean she has to take her misplaced self-loathing out on a nice boy like you. You may be inherently part of the problem, but that doesn't mean you aren't a nice boy with nice manners, and it certainly doesn't mean you have AIDS."
"I'm not sure I can remember all that," Layton said.
"Well then, tell Angela that her mother is a white-trash drunk from Butte." p. 37
 I do love the sound of ripping corn husks. The violence of the noise, the sustained popping and shoring of the silky organic threads, made me think of someone tearing up an expensive and potentially Italian set of trousers in a fit of madness that this person might just regret later. p. 10  The moment that latch on my door ticked shut, I began agonizing. For the art of packing I changed into an athletic costume complete with sweatband and kneepads. This was going to be more difficult than the President's Fitness Challenge, in which I couldn't manage a single pull-up. I put a little Brahms on the record player to calm the nerves. p. 77  How lucky I was to have grown up on such a ranch, such a castle of imagination, where hounds gnawed on bones and the mountains signed with the weight of the heavens on their backs. p. 350  "... A map does not just chart, it unlocks and formulates meaning; it forms bridges between here and there, between disparate ideas that we did not know were previously connected. To do this right is very difficult." - Mr. Benefideo, p. 138  Everywhere in the Sett'ng Room there were fading and faded photographs of nameless men on nameless horses. Soapy Williams riding crazy old Firefly, his elastic frame impossibly twisted yet still somehow clinging to the back of the bucking beast. It was like looking at a good marriage.  My father saw conversing as a chore, like shoeing a horse: it was not done for enjoyment; it was done when it needed to be done.  Dr. Clair was the kind of mother who would teach you the periodic table while feeding you porridge as an infant but not the type, in this age of global terrorism and child kidnappers, to ask who might be calling her children on the telephone.  | |
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A twelve year old genius cartographer gets a call from the Smithsonian telling him he has won an award. A cross country adventure begins from Divide, WY as he maps, charts and illustrates his exploits, documents mythical wormholes and urban phenomenons and we begin to see the world thru T.S. Spivet's eyes. A family secret is revealed and as he nears his destiny, he discovers that shine and fame seem more highly valued than ideas in this new world, and friends are hard to find.  | |
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▾Library descriptions This brilliant, boundary-leaping debut novel traces 12-year-old genius map-maker T.S. Spivet's attempts to understand the ways of the world, taking T.S. on a journey from his family ranch just north of Divide, Montana, to the Smithsonian's hallowed halls.… (more) » see all 4 descriptions
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Otherwise, big love. A smart child with bottled-up sadness and unintended humor. Love. (