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“In the emptiness that was all around me, I noticed an old tennis ball in the plantings; I picked it up and dropped it at Zoë’s feet. I didn’t know what I was doing, if I had a specific intention. Was I trying to lighten the mood? I don’t know, but I felt I had to do something. So there the ball bounced to a stop at her bare feet. She looked down at the ball but did nothing with it. Maxwell noticed what I had done, and he noticed Zoë’s lack of reaction. He picked up the ball and, with a mighty heave, threw it so far into the woods behind the house that I lost sight of it and could only barely hear it crash through the leaves of bushes on its way back to earth. It was quite an impressive toss, the pale tennis ball sailing through the air against the clear blue sky. What amount of psychic pain was expended on that ball, I had no idea.”

Quote by Garth Stein

Work

The Art of Racing in the Rain

This poignant story follows a terminally ill man who communicates his thoughts and feelings through his beloved dog. The narrative intertwines the man's racing career with his life's lessons and the unbreakable connection with his canine companion. more

Author

Garth Stein
Garth Stein

Garth Stein is an American author known for his unique literary style and profound themes, often exploring issues such as human-animal relationships, animal rights, and environmental protection. Born on December 6, 1964, Stein transitioned from a career in advertising to writing, achieving widespread acclaim with his first novel, 'The Memoirs of a Geisha'. more

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