Eighty-Ninth Book When The Emperor Was Divine : Julie Otsuka
Anchor : 2002
Borrowed from Lori Saginaw

Started 10.23.06
Finished 10.25.06

The Line: "I stole your last bag of sugar. I took a swig from your best bottle of brandy. I pulled out the nails from your white picket fence and sold them to the enemy to melt down and make into bullets" (141).

It's strange how foolish
we are. Maybe it's justice.
Maybe it's just us.  ¶ 14:14