Title: Mrs. Lapierre
1Mrs. Lapierre
2Handmaids Tale by Margaret Atwood
- I saw your mother, Moira said.Where? I said. I
felt jolted, thrown off. I realized I'd been
thinking of her as dead.Not in person, it was in
that film they showed us, about the Colonies.
There was a close-up, it was her all right. She
was wrapped up in one of those gray things but I
know it was her.Thank God, I said.Why, thank
God? said Moira.I thought she was dead.She
might as well be, said Moira. You should wish it
for her.
The answers you get from literature
depend on the questions you pose
3A Lesson Before Dying by Ernest Gaines
- Do you know what a myth is, Jefferson? I asked
him. A myth is an old lie that people believe
in. White people believe that theyre better than
anyone else on earth - and thats a myth. The
last thing they ever want is to see a black man
stand, and think, and show that common humanity
that is in us all. It would destroy their myth.
They would no longer have justification for
having made us slaves and keeping us in the
condition we are in. As long as none of us stand
theyre safe. Theyre safe with me. Theyre safe
with Reverend Ambrose. I dont want them to feel
safe with you anymore.
4My Sisters Keeper by Jodi Picoult
- "If you have a sister and she dies, do you stop
saying you have one? Or are you always a sister,
even when the other half of the equation is
gone?"
There's some illogical part of me that still
believes if you want superman to show up, first
there's got to be someone worth saving.
5Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
- "How can you frighten a man whose hunger is not
only in his own cramped stomach but in the
wretched bellies of his children? You can't scare
him--he has known a fear beyond every other."
I am impelled, not to squeak like a grateful and
apologetic mouse, but to roar like a lion out of
pride in my profession.
6Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan
- "I wanted my children to have the best
combination American circumstances and Chinese
character. How could I know these things do not
mix?"
7I Am the Messenger by Markus Zusak
- Still, when she stands up, Angie Carusso thanks
me. She asks my name, but I tell her it isn't
important."No," she protests, "it is."I relent.
"It's Ed.""Well, thanks, Ed," she says. "Thank
you."She thanks me a few times more, but the
best words I hear all day come to me right when I
think it's over. It's the girl, Casey. She twists
herself onto Angie's hand and says, "Next week
I'll give you a bite of mine, Mum."In a way, I
feel sad and empty, but I also feel that I've
done what was intended. Just once, an ice cream
for Angie Carusso.
So many teenage books say, 'This is in
your voice, this is about you,' and that's great.
We really need that. But we also need books that
say, 'This is also for you, but you need to come
up here, to step up to this.