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195 pages, Hardcover
First published March 10, 2015
"What do you do if you're in trouble?
I wait for the answer to come to me. But there's only darkness and Calvin's voice and my own heart, pounding like feet on the pavement, running away, running away, running away.
"This is reality, whether you like it or not. All those frivolities of summer, the light and shadow, the living mask of green that trembled over everything, they were lies, and this is what was underneath.
This is the truth." ~ WILLA CATHER, MY ÁNTONIA
"The door opens.
There you are.
You sit by my side and take my hand.
“You’re awake,” you say, and I smile.
I am.
I am awake."
“Ain’t nobody comin’ to save you, girl. You wanna survive? You better start thinking for yourself.”
"You're only missing if somebody's looking for you." Kat's words sliced through the air. "Understand? We ain't missing. We just gone."
"Somebody's gotta know what to do. And if you don't, at least you'll know my name. My real name. You'll know I was here before he got me, and that I wasn't always like this."
"Trouble is, I got nowhere else to go. This is it. My big idea. My last chance before I'm back outside and he finds me. He knows what I did. If he finds me, he'll go crazy. Crazy enough to kill me, maybe, and then I can finally sleep."
"You all alone. You got nobody. You got no place to go."
"You see me Mama? I don't need shit from you. I'm good. I'm better than good."
"I see them now. I can see them all. My daddy too. I know what he is. And I think the words every time they slam my head.
Thank you.
Because the make-believe is over.
Thank you.
Because at least I know that you don't love me, either.
Thank you.
Because now, I can run."
“While researching this novel, I witnessed firsthand the selling of girls in the hotels of Coney Island and East New York, Brooklyn. I spent many hours driving the streets of Brooklyn with an NYPD detective, who showed me the intricacies of gang culture and the inner workings of the sex trade. I was also able to interview two women who had been targeted in the same way Peach was. Both had been tattooed by their pimps. Both had been given narcotics, making them all the more dependent on their captors. And, like the girls in this novel, both believed that this was the best they could hope for.” – Nota del autor
“I wonder if Grandpa can see me. If maybe he sent Devon to make sure I could get away.”
“Unlike a bag of heroin, a girl can be sold again and again.”
“The pill is magic. It fixes me, like medicine. I can crawl inside my head where nothing hurts. I can say the right things and sound like Kat does. I can hold still and float away, float to where it’s warm and it’s just me and Kat and Baby, and my daddy standing guard.”
"You only missin' if somebody looking for you." Kat's words slice through the air. "Understand? We ain't missin', Peach. We just gone."
"You all alone. You got nobody. You got no place to go."
"I got you, all right? I'm gonna take care of you, 'Chelle. I swear."