I didn't know this when I grabbed it from the "Teen Zone" at the library (they let you in for being young at heart, I guess), but the author of I Can Hear the Mourning Dove is from Normal, IL, just twenty miles down the road from my house. The story's climax takes place at the Alleton Gardens by ...
"He wanted to see himself as a victim, but it was getting harder all the time."When Coley was a kid, his brother, Patrick, showed him how to "plunk" the life-size statue of Reggie Jackson that stands in the Burkes' backyard. If you nail the statue with a baseball in just the right place, it makes...
I put the spare cans of Pennzoil in her car, along with my backpack. She left and said she’d meet me at the main gate. I was in luck; Donny Thunderbird was in the shop, which gave me the chance to tell him goodbye. He helped me push the bike outside the shop. He said be sure and write, and I told...
The rim had to be turned on its side. After he brushed his teeth, Sonny got dressed and went downstairs. He tiptoed past Sissy’s room so as not to wake her. In the kitchen, he drank several swallows of orange juice rapidly from the carton. The open refrigerator emitted enough light to illuminate ...
Since it wasn’t the hottest part of the day, T.J. played as much as he was asked. The ankle wasn’t hurting him; if it needed to be a factor somehow, he could wait until the temperature got up to ninety degrees or higher. Tyron was playing extremely well. So well, in fact, that at times he seemed ...