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236 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 1, 2011
A lime-throated hummingbird flitted into the mass of red blossoms and hovered over the flowers, siphoning nectar from each. I scrubbed under Max’s ears and let my gaze wander across the lawn to the vegetable garden. The corn stood waist high, but dry. The morning’s rain hadn’t reached our hill. Most of Livingston County had seen tropical heat and drenching storms in May, but not a drop of rain since.(33)
Golden globes of Shiro plums hung heavy on laden branches, like flowing bunches of giant grapes. I picked one, rubbed it in circles on the front of my soggy tee shirt, and held it up to the light. The lemony skin stretched taut over the meat inside. I bit into the tangy skin and the juice spurted out, dribbling down my chin. The plump fruit was honey-sweet, but the skin tasted unbearably sour. I loved the combination. (138-139)