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288 pages, Paperback
First published June 9, 2009







...right was like north to my father: a thing as real as sunlight, a place on the map, the arrow on a compass. It was the unalterable facts of duty, love, and conscience. But our world had gone so far north that the compass could make no sense of it, could only spin hopelessly in its binnacle. North had melted right off the map. North was every which way. North was nowhere. ...I was stood in the dark trying to make sense of a room that was lit by flashes of light through a keyhole.