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Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Part 1
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Part 2
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Chapter 38
  44. Chapter 39
  45. Chapter 40
  46. Part 3
  47. Chapter 41
  48. Chapter 42
  49. Chapter 43
  50. Chapter 44
  51. Part 4
  52. Chapter 45
  53. Chapter 46
  54. Chapter 47
  55. Note About Polish Surnames
  56. Translations
  57. Acknowledgments
  58. Author’s Note
  59. About the Author
  60. Newsletter Sign-up

If the relationship between Shira and her teacher is dear, it is perhaps because the relationships I’ve had with my teachers and mentors have been all the dearer: Marilyn Abildskov, you have understood me as a writer from the start, and I am so grateful for your perceptiveness, generosity, and intelligence about life’s ordinary moments; thank you, Lan Samantha Chang, for your keen sense of a story’s pacing and its beating heart; Tony Doerr, for your limitless curiosity about the universe and the sheer beauty of your sentences; David Russell, for your unbounded enthusiasm for music, this project, and your treasure trove of anecdotes; Michelle Wildgen, for your deep understanding of narrative cause and effect; Steven Bauer, for your trustworthy narrative intuitions and your ongoing encouragement; Kevin McIlvoy, for your wisdom about books and life and for your constant faith in my creativity.

Linda Wentworth brought me all the right resources. Catherine Epstein helped me with the history and more. Demetrius Shahmehri taught me how to listen for the stories inside the music. Dusty Miller and Marc Fromm read for a child’s mind, trauma, and dreams. Kent Hicks taught me about tracking—and also built the house where I wrote some of this! Pamela Erens showed me that important changes can be made even to a nearly baked cake. Susan O’Neill shed light on convent life. Martha Scherzer and Jonathan Vatner brainstormed with me at one of my lowest points and brought steady, insightful thinking. This manuscript is better because of Rebecca Gradinger’s great story instincts.

Thank you to many dear, loving friends: for reading for me at the earliest, worst stages and still encouraging me to continue on: Julia Mintz, Brittany Shahmehri, Catherine Newman, Katryna Nields, Sara Just, Missy Wick, Jean Zimmer, Alisa Greenbacher, Tamar Naor, Tracy Camenisch, Gideon Yaffe, Chris Cander, Judith Frank, Naomi Shulman, Carol Edelstein, Robin Barber, Linda Moore, Amanda Roach, Cynthia Gensheimer, and Shelley Nolden. For fortifying visits, walks, meals, and endless tea drinking: Emily Neuburger, Lydia Peterson, Claudia Canale-Parola, Becky Michaels, Judith Inglese, Ariana Inglese, Kristin Rotas, Anne Hulley, Suzanne Forman, Caryn Brause, Steve Breslow, Drew and Cathy Starkweather, Lauren Weinsier, Jennifer Addas, and Nancy Garlock. And further afield but no less dear: Cathy Bendor, Matthew Tarran, Jennine Kirby, Keith and Lisa Lucas, Manuel and Stephanie Vargas, Susan Verducci, Jenny Walter, Lisa McLeod, Vance Ricks, Susan Leeds, Sarah Buss, and Mar Corning.

I am thankful for the Tin House Summer Workshop, the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, and the Iowa Summer Writing Festival, and for uninterrupted writing time at Wellspring House, Patchwork Farm, and Hillside House.

Thank you to my family, the Rosners, Corwins, and Malinas: there is a string connecting us always, and I love you. (Nancy: You helped to keep me healthy. Elisa: You helped to keep me sane!)

Goldie and Rosebud: Our river walks were, perhaps, the key here.