For Book Beginnings:
One morning, the bug lady sent us out with our nets to practice catching butterflies. She made us stand in a circle with our catch, their wings folded back, bodies pressed between our finger and thumb. Don't ask me why, but that put them out cold. Didn't quite kill them, which was a pain, because we had to put them in mayonnaise jars with cotton balls soaked in rubbing alcohol to finish them off.
One morning, the bug lady sent us out with our nets to practice catching butterflies. She made us stand in a circle with our catch, their wings folded back, bodies pressed between our finger and thumb. Don't ask me why, but that put them out cold. Didn't quite kill them, which was a pain, because we had to put them in mayonnaise jars with cotton balls soaked in rubbing alcohol to finish them off.
- p. 1, from the short story "Mariposa Gang"
For Friday 56:
She knew this was the end of the line. Strangely, she felt neither sad nor elated, merely relieved.
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I was contacted by a fellow Filipino who happens to be an author and she kindly sent me two books for review consideration. This is one of them. It seems she knows I like immigrant stories and short stories! I'm excited to be discovering and reading more Filipino-authored books ...
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