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Saturday, July 17, 2004

the metal-eating bird.
the tall stories club.

slake was born an orphan at the age of thirteen, small, nearsighted, dreaming, bruised, an outlander in the city of his birth (and in the world), a lad of shifting fitful faith with a token in his pocket
felice holman slake's limbo

i found it.
mr rafalko read it to us in sixth grade as we read along at our desks, answering comprehension questions and multiple choice quizzes. its about this boy who is poor and bullied and sad and goes a little crazy, and runs away to hide in the subway. he keeps imagining that a bird has flown down his throat in his sleep and wants to get out. the concepts were haunting me the last few weeks, and i could not remember the name of the book, and the ladies at barnes and noble ran keywords through their computers as i spun fragments of plotlines from the bottom of my memories. and then she looked up and said slake's limbo? and it was so, so resonant


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