I love the thought of reading my sister's books

hose romances always featured a love affair between a virginal whiteschoolteacher or preacher's wife and a half-breed Indian warrior

But I do forgive you,

I didn't mean to hit you," I said. "I was aiming for the wall.

It was a trick question. I knew I needed to answer correctly or he'd be mad

Hope Against HopeOf course, I was suspended from school after I smashed Mr. P in the face, even though it was acomplete accident.Okay, so it wasn't exactly an accident.After all, I wanted to hit something when I threw that ancient book. But I didn't want to hit somebody,and I certainly didn't plan on

"Then I wish I'd never beenborn!" I shouted. “I wish I were dead! Like them."

She snapped off the TV, yanked me by the arm and pulled me off the floor. Shewas frighteningly strong, half pulling, half carrying me towards the piano as I kicked the throw rugs undermy feet. She lifted me up onto the hard bench.

I daydreamed about being somewhere else, aboutbeing someone else.

My mother slapped me

finding the queen of hearts in a deck of cards,trying to stand on my head without using my hands

searching for storiesabout remarkable children.

At first my mother thought I could be a ChineseShirley Temple

Two Kindsby Amy TanMy mother believed you could be anything you wanted to be in America.