the lovely bones.

inside the snow globe on my fathers desk there was a peguin wearing a red and white striped scarf. when i was little my father would pull me into is his lap an reach for the snow globe. he would turn it over, letting al the snow collect on the top, then quickly invert it. the two of us watched the snow fall gently around the penguin. the penguin was alone in there, i thought, and i worried for him. when i told my father this, he said, ''don't worry, susie; he has a nice life. he's trapped in a perfect world.''

-the lovely bones.
geschreven door alice sebold.