May. 31, 2012 at 11:24am with 13 notes
Reblogged from keepupwiththemodernage
Currently reading
Thank you Gino for my new book!
- What’s your name, girlie? he said.
-Melody Nash, she said.
And Henry Smart fell in love. He fell in love with the name. With a name like that beside him he’d find his leg, a new one would grow out of the stump, he’d stride through open doors for the rest of his life. He’d find money on the street, three-legged chickens. He’d never have to sweat again. Henry Smart, my father, looked at Melody Nash. He saw what he wanted to see.
Found a copy!
