“Inside the snow globe on my father's desk, there was a
penguin wearing a red-and-white-striped scarf. When I was little
my father would pull me into his lap and reach for the snow
globe. He would turn it over, letting all the snow collect on the
top, then quickly invert it. The two of us watched the snow fall
gently around the penguin. The penguin was alone in there, I
thought, and I worried for him. When I told my father this, he
said, "Don't worry, Susie; he has a nice life. He's
trapped in a perfect world.”
-Susie Salmon, 14. Norristown, Pennsylvania. 1973. The Lovely
Bones [ 8:15:12 ]
