
"A remarkable book written with such dazzling verbal imagery and such relish in all the sensations of being alive that it is magically contagious."--New York Times

I turned to look at Rosie. She was yellow and dusty with buttercups and seemed to be purring in the gloom; her hair was rich as a wild bee's nest and her eyes were full of stings. I did not know what to do about her, nor did I know what not to do. She looked smooth and...





















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