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309 pages, Hardcover
First published June 3, 2014
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While the ending kind of thru me for a loop, truly enjoyed this touching debut novel and look forward to future offerings from this new author.
Update: May 4, 2015
Met author Laura McBride at book signing this evening.....nice lady.....and now have a better feel for why she chose ending as she did.....
I'd rather life knowing I made a mistake than wondering if I could have made a difference if I'd tried.
We never know how high we are
till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies—
The Heroism we recite
Would be a daily thing,
Did not ourselves the Cubits warp
For fear to be a King.
It all matters, that someone turns out the lamp, picks up the wind blown wrapper, says hello to the invalid, pays at the unattended lot, listens to the repeated tale, folds the abandoned laundry, plays the game fairly, tells the story honestly, acknowledges help, gives credit, says goodnight, resists temptation, wipes the counter, waits at the yellow, makes the bed, tips the maid, remembers the illness, congratulates the victor, accepts the consequences, takes a stand, steps up, offers a hand, goes first, goes last, chooses the small portion, teaches the child, tends to the dying, comforts the grieving, removes the splinter, wipes the tear, directs the lost, touches the lonely. Of the whole thing, what is most beautiful and least acknowledged, what is worth dying for is barely noticed.The following are the musings the a volunteer “court appointed child advocate” on why some cases are so compelling:
I think it’s the ones where something small changes everything. Where the tiniest act, the smallest space of time, the most inconsequential of decisions changes a life. A split second separates the long lost friends who either see each other or miss each other at the airport. And from that a relationship does or does not develop, perhaps a life time partnership, perhaps even children. Human beings who might or might not have existed. Whole lives born out of the most fragile of happenstance. And maybe that’s why our lives are beautiful, why they’re tragic. One perfect child can be born out of the accidental encounter, and another lost to a split second lapse in attention. If a motorist leans over to change a radio station at the same moment that it first occurs to a four year old that he can let go of his mother’s hand as easily as hold on to it. And that if he let’s go he will be across the road first before his mother and that she will certainly laugh and say, “How fast you are Johnny.” If the child does this, and the motorist does that, and the world then changes forever and unbearable for everyone involved. And is not that life in its simplest form? That so little matters so much, and so much matters so little.The book's title is taken from one of Emily Dickinson's more upbeat verses:
We never know how high we are
Till we are called to rise;
And then, if we are true to plan,
Our statures touch the skies --