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Hell cat Dusty Miller is someone you want on your side, and not
against you. This sixteen year old punk girl steals cars, drinks,
smokes dope, swears like a trooper and is as hard as nails. She
also sees ghosts. But lurking within that granite exterior, could
just be a tiny soft spot, trying to escape. Toughened by her
upbringing by her brutal drunken mother, and unleashed onto an
unsuspecting world at the age of fifteen, it becomes Dusty Miller
versus the rest of society. When this hard-bitten teenager starts
seeing ghosts, the real fun begins. Drama, action, crime and belly
laughs abound in in this fast paced adventure. Love them or hate
them, you can't ignore Dusty Miller and her ghosts. A series of
books set in the lower North Island of New Zealand, this is a
modern day story of supernatural crime.
"THE present work on cookery appeared in England under the title of
" The Official Hand-Book of the National Training School for
Cookery," and it contains the lessons on the preparation of food
which were practised in that institution. It has been reprinted in
this country with some slight revision, for the use of American
families, because of its superior merits as a cook-book to be
consulted in the ordinary way, and also because it is the plainest,
simplest, and most perfect guide to self-education in the kitchen
that has yet appeared. In this respect it represents a very marked
advance in an important domestic art hitherto much neglected."
(From Preface)
In this striking and nostalgic collection, Emily Rose Cole unearths
the fragility and resilience of daughterhood through indelible
imagery that evokes new senses of the body: swallowing keys, rain
lashing eyelids, unzipping of flesh. Grieving self-portraits of
historical and mythological women are woven with stirring
recollections of struggling bodies and evocative spells to overcome
them. Undulating with memories and magic, illness and death, these
poems reveal how a single chance at life and loving can be both too
much and not enough. Her bed,from this angle, looks like an altar.
Isaiah, when you wrote, The wolf will live with the lamb, what did
you mean? Some days, cancer is the wolf. Some days, the wolf is
Mama. -excerpt from "Still Life with Lines from Isaiah"
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