From labor camp, Baba entrusts a friend to deliver a reading list of banned books to Moying so that she can continue to learn. Now, with so much of her life at risk, she finds sanctuary in the world of imagination and learning. This inspiring memoir follows Moying Li from age twelve to twenty-two, illuminating a complex, dark time in China's history as it tells the compelling story of one girl's difficult but determined coming-of-age during the Cultural Revolution.
The moon had risen already behind the island — a quarter moon, pale and indefinite, as ethereal and translucent as the wisps of cloud that travelled the skies. A fisherman is found dead in the net of his boat off the coast of a North American island. When a local Japanese-American man is charged with his murder, it becomes clear that what is at stake is more than one man's guilt.
For on San Piedro, memories grow as thickly as cedar trees — memories of a charmed romance between a white boy and a Japanese girl.
Above all, the island is haunted by what happened to its Japanese residents during the Second World War, when an entire community was sent into exile while its neighbours watched. Deane is a vital and generous presence in Irish poetry. Written with an inquiring intelligence, these poems of a dozen years meditate on the relevance of Christian spirituality to our troubled times.
Each of the twelve poems in the title sequence presents a movement of the spirit, from the author's childhood in the west of Ireland, through the death of a wife, to the birth of a grandchild. Arranged in the manner of an orchestral symphony, each section takes its cue from a different piece of music, from Beethoven's Ninth Symphony to Mozart's Laudate Dominum'.
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The moon had risen already behind the island — a quarter moon, pale and indefinite, as ethereal and translucent as the wisps of cloud that travelled the skies. A fisherman is found dead in the net of his boat off the coast of a North American island.
When a local Japanese-American man is charged with his murder, it becomes clear that what is at stake is more than one man's guilt. For on San Piedro, memories grow as thickly as cedar trees — memories of a charmed romance between a white boy and a Japanese girl.
Above all, the island is haunted by what happened to its Japanese residents during the Second World War, when an entire community was sent into exile while its neighbours watched. Popular Books. He took a step closer and sank down on the edge of the table, his eyes fixed on Josephine. What is it that you love about those stories?
That idea that two people are destined to be together, she answered. Their gazes met and held. Perhaps this was it, the elusive something she had been anticipating all day. I just knew. She waited for his censure, but instead Martin smiled once more, took off his boater, and sat down on the rocking chair beside her.
Please, tell me more, Miss Valencia. And she did, for what might have been hours as they sat and talked comfortably like old friends, trading tales of their favorite stories and some of their hopes for the future.
The night grew ever darker until the flame in the lantern suddenly sputtered out entirely, leaving them bathed only in moonlight. She could have spent the entire night talking with him, and maybe even more than talking, if she dared. Of course. Ahem, we should note at this time that the entrance to the cottage was barely a few feet away, and Josephine could have made the journey quite safely all on her own…but alas, then the miracle would not have happened.
Josephine inclined her head in agreement and took a step, but tripped on one of the loose wooden floorboards of the veranda. Strong arms kept her from falling and drew her close against a lean body and the hard butt of the pistol in the holster he wore beneath his suit. Heat spread everywhere from that simple touch, and, beneath her nightshirt, her skin tingled.
She peered up and met that caring gaze that was looking at her as if she were special. Then a flurry of flakes drifted down like snow falling as the plaster ceiling above them finally succumbed to the Florida humidity and peeled loose.
Josephine laughed in delight. Tenderly, Martin reached up and brushed a flake from the loosened curl at her temple. And maybe even magical? He applied gentle pressure at her waist to urge her upward. Unbeknownst to the young lovers so completely enthralled with each other, the flame in the small oil lantern flickered to glorious life once more, as he covered her lips with his.
Josephine Galena Valencia always did things the right way and in the right order. At the ripe old age of twenty-three Josephine had finalized her master plan, and nothing was going to keep her from accomplishing it: find a job as a tutor, finish a novel, and marry Martin.
Or so she thought…. That is, if you consider making sure that such luminaries had transportation from the rail station and choice spots for the nightly lounge show as hobnobbing.
Her long skirt and petticoat swayed around her legs as she pushed through the door into the immense dining room, where nearly two hundred guests were enjoying an extravagant four-course meal. The murmur of conversation sounded almost like the susurrus of the nearby Miami River, broken only by the clatter and clank of cutlery against fine porcelain. Silver centerpieces gleamed on tabletops, but paled in comparison to the glint of gold and sparkle of jewels draped on ears and necks, or gracing the wrists of the hotel patrons.
Perfectly groomed ladies swathed in rich silks and brocades sat alongside dashing gentlemen in elegant evening dress. Before long her cheeks ached from the smile she kept firmly in place, and even with the breeze sweeping in from the open-air entrances around the room, a line of sweat trickled down her neck and beneath the high collar of her prim, white cotton shirt.
Once the dining service ended, she could slip away to spend some precious time with Martin before having to turn in for the night. Even after two years of courting, her heart sped up a little at the thought of seeing him. Of maybe sneaking away with him to…. As a passing waiter placed the last dish of tutti-frutti ice cream in front of Mrs.
Smith, of the Boston Smiths, Josephine hurried outside to one of the back paths to avoid the crush of guests that would shortly be heading to the rotunda that doubled as a lounge at night.
And there he was. Martin was waiting for her, leaning against a column at the edge of the passage. Unlike the guests dining in their evening wear, Martin still wore his daytime charcoal-gray sack suit over a pressed white shirt. Despite the slightly boxy cut of the suit, the single-breasted vest beneath hugged the lean lines of his body. His gaze locked with hers for only a second until, with a gentlemanly dip of his head, he said, Miss Valencia. So nice to see you. I trust that you are well.
I am, Detective Cadden. Thank you for asking. And you? He darted his gaze around and led her to a darkened spot beneath a poinciana tree just off the path.
As he turned to her, crystal blue eyes dancing with humor and happiness, she smiled and leaned into him. Rising up, she whispered playfully into his ear, Is it time for a proper welcome now, Martin? His hard, hot kiss was answer enough as he drew her deeper into the shadows for privacy. When he reached up and cupped her breast, little sparks heated her skin, but she broke away from him.
We must stop, Martin. Placing a hand at the small of her back, he led her in the direction of the cottages, obviously intending to walk her home. They were silent during the short stroll, the impact of that one small word hanging over them until they reached the cottage and entered. Josephine fretted. She had said too much. She thought, as she often had during recent months, that perhaps Martin still needed more time to decide if marriage was in their future. Her grandmother had been asked to work an extra shift at the hotel and her mother was performing at a saloon in North Miami.
When it appeared they were alone, Martin tried to draw her close, but she shied away from him again. Martin, please. You make it so hard to wait, but you know why I must. What we have is so special.
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