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“It was Jesse. Again. He came by every day and yelled up to my window. I never answered. Tonight my light was on, so he knew I was there. He continued to yell, "Hey, Motor City," louder and louder alternating between high voices, low voices, even singing it. "Shut up!" someone called from a nearby window. "Get her to come down, and I'll shut up," he yelled back.”

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Book:Out of The Easy
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Out of The Easy

In this novel, the reader is immersed in the vibrant yet dangerous world of 1950s New Orleans. The story follows a young woman navigating the complexities of life in a city rife with crime and corruption. The protagonist's journey is one of survival, self-discovery, and the pursuit of a better life amidst the harsh realities of her surroundings. more

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Ruta Sepetys
Ruta Sepetys

Ruta Sepetys is an American author known for her historical novels. Her works often focus on historical events and figures, particularly those that have been overlooked or forgotten. Born in November 1967, she embarked on her writing career with a passion for history and a pursuit of literary creation. more

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“Why are you starting there?" Roe asked as he followed the young man curiously. Confused, Jesse looked down at the ground and then at the mule before he shrugged. "This is where I always start," he said. "This is where Pa showed me to start." Roe shook his head. "Well, that doesn't make sense, Jesse. You should start at the edge and go to the edge." Jesse gazed at one edge of the field and then at the other. His brow furrowed in concentration. "That ain't right," he said. "Of course it's right," Roe told him, smiling. "It makes perfect sense. Starting in the middle doesn't make any sense at all." Jesse bit his lip nervously as again he surveyed the field. "We got to start right here, Roe. I know we do." Roe sighed and shook his head. "Now, Jesse, you just told me yourself that I was smarter than folks around here. And I told you that a smart man can make light work of his labors. You do believe that, don't you?" Jesse nodded solemnly. "Then you've got to trust me when I tell you that the place to begin is at the beginning, not in the middle." To Roe's horror, tears welled up in Jesse's bright blue eyes. "We got to start right here," he insisted. "This is where Pa taught me to start and it's the way I know." Alarmed at the young man's emotion, Roe voluntarily touched his shoulder in an uncertain attempt to comfort him. "It's all right, Jesse. Don't cry," he said. "I ain't crying," the young man insisted through his tears. "I'm too big to cry.”

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