When you were a baby I sat very still to hold you. I could see the veins through your skin like a map to inside you. I stopped breathing so you wouldn't ... You were just a boy on a bed in a room, like a kaleidoscope is a tube full of bits of broken glass. But the way I saw you was pieces refracting the light, shifting into an infinite universe of flowers and rainbows and insects and planets, magical dividing cells, pictures no one else knew ... Your whole life you can be told something is wrong and so you believe it.
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Through hints, whispers and delicate shudders, the glittering, fragmented narration—told mostly by Marina, but also by West and even by the deceased Lex—moves back and forth through time, gradually revealing the central incident that drives the novel's action: the evening the siblings strayed int...| Read Full Review of Wasteland
Francesca Lia Block is best known for her Weetzie Bat series, but my friend Adriana (check out her Examiner articles here) recommended some of her lesser-known work, including the trim and atmospheric Wasteland.Jun 11 2011 | Read Full Review of Wasteland
Lex is obsessively protective of his baby sister, and Marina finds herself dressing and acting like Lex to ensure his acceptance of her.Nov 03 2004 | Read Full Review of Wasteland
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