My Thoughts

Author: Nancy Pendleton
ISBN: 9781939351265
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I have chosen to use these small books as a way to give something special to those I love the most. Small books, huge impact.

I Thought My Father Was God

Author: Paul Auster
Publisher: Henry Holt and Company
ISBN: 1466828994
Size: 30.49 MB
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Not only was the monthly show a critical success, but the volume of submissions was astounding. Letters, emails, faxes poured in on a daily basis- more than 4,000 of them by the time the project celebrated its first birthday.

I Thought My Father Was God

Author: Paul Auster
Publisher: Macmillan
ISBN: 9780805067149
Size: 55.71 MB
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A collection of 180 personal, true-life accounts from NPR's National Story Project reflects the work of men an women of all ages, backgrounds, and walks of life and is accompanied by Auster's illuminating look at the role of storytelling in ...

The Distant Land Of My Father

Author: Bo Caldwell
Publisher: Chronicle Books
ISBN: 9780811875219
Size: 66.47 MB
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The two of us were going to Mass, as usual. My father never went; faith was my
mother's domain, a foreign country to him. Inside the church, I followed my mother
to our pew and stood next to her and listened as FatherJacquinot spoke words
that were like a door opening to a place I loved though I did not completely
understand. “In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti,” he said, and I made the
sign of the cross and tried to keep my thoughts on the Father and the Son. But
over and ...

52 Reasons To Hate My Father

Author: Jessica Brody
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux (BYR)
ISBN: 1429955236
Size: 45.98 MB
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I can feel my fists ball up at my sides. The thought of my father and Bruce
conspiring against me is making my insides boil with rage. The flames are
lashing at the walls of my chest now, devouring my heart and lungs, the smoke
stinging my throat. I look around for something to hit, something to throw,
something to demonstrate just how livid I really am. My eyes land on a dozen
gold-plated plaques lining the office wall. Some kind of stupid lawyer-of-the-year
awards, no doubt. I take one ...