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368 pages, Paperback
First published June 11, 2020
My mother. A beautiful affirmation. An idea I can't quite remember. p 11
A rush of light suddenly bounces around the room. I love it when people say my mother's name. It's like she's living again, if only for a second. I let the golden flare of her name burst over me. p 49
I am the wind. I skeet across tarmac and whoosh over dale. Birds skate along my amorphous limbs and the sun backs down on my back. I am a sirocco, hot as the desert sand. I fly. I loop. I race.
I'm also Evie, old as the hills (16 ½), as tall as a tree (5ft 11), and as wise as time (perhaps). A dog-loving, celery-hating, never annoying, always enjoying, at times corduroying, (brackets-deploying), daughter of Arthur, and the fastest girl with a milk bottle in East Yorkshire. p 1
I am Evie, sixteen and a half, as wise as a tree, as tall as time, the fastest milk bottle in East Yorkshire, hurtling towards Womanhood. p 7