Book Excerpt:

I like to sit on the edge of the windowsill in my kitchen and see how far I can rock. It's a pretty good drop. I hold my cup of tea so my splattered body will look terribly accidental and romantic. Herbal cranberry tea, Pittsburgh Playhouse coffee mug.

I get dressed most days and have managed to get into a good college with only minimal cheating on the SATs. I have my own place, finally free of my father, free to do what I please then sleep in afterwards. But I never sleep. Never do anything useful.

When the other students went home to their families over mid-semester break, I spent the weekend sorting books on my shelf. I sorted them by setting: Hemingway in Africa, Hawking in his wheelchair. When characters traveled from here to there, I sorted according to here. No one got away.

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