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A review by jessicamwhite
My Own Lightning by Lauren Wolk
Favorite Quotes:
Pg 183
So people were a bit immune to the background music of our days: cows mooing, crows bickering, and the endless bugs, tuning their instruments, fiddling for their mates.
pg 227
All through the troubles with Toby, all through the long winter that followed, all through my saddest spring, all through the days since the lightning strike, I'd been trying to find my way.
And I was still trying.
"Then a little at a time," I said. "Which, you're right, is the way it happens. Is the way it happens for me, too."
pg294
“Now I'm looking harder. I thought the lightning had made me smarter, and I suppose in some ways it did, just like books do, just like teachers do. All kinds of teachers. And they're all important. But I need to be my own lightning. My own book. My own teacher. I should have been looking harder all along. And I'm sorry that I didn't know what I didn't know."
Center moment on that, his eyes on my face. “About what?"
I gazed steadily back at him, though his bruises made me want to look away. "Everything."
pg 302
I Shrugged. "Yes. Every little thing makes a difference some way or another. But I did my best at the time. It doesn’t make much sense to fret about it now. Especially when I can’t go back and do it over. Or undo it. Besides, there’s plenty right here that needs doing.”
Pg 183
So people were a bit immune to the background music of our days: cows mooing, crows bickering, and the endless bugs, tuning their instruments, fiddling for their mates.
pg 227
All through the troubles with Toby, all through the long winter that followed, all through my saddest spring, all through the days since the lightning strike, I'd been trying to find my way.
And I was still trying.
"Then a little at a time," I said. "Which, you're right, is the way it happens. Is the way it happens for me, too."
pg294
“Now I'm looking harder. I thought the lightning had made me smarter, and I suppose in some ways it did, just like books do, just like teachers do. All kinds of teachers. And they're all important. But I need to be my own lightning. My own book. My own teacher. I should have been looking harder all along. And I'm sorry that I didn't know what I didn't know."
Center moment on that, his eyes on my face. “About what?"
I gazed steadily back at him, though his bruises made me want to look away. "Everything."
pg 302
I Shrugged. "Yes. Every little thing makes a difference some way or another. But I did my best at the time. It doesn’t make much sense to fret about it now. Especially when I can’t go back and do it over. Or undo it. Besides, there’s plenty right here that needs doing.”