Ordinarily my mom just sunk deeper into her corner of the couch and ignored it. She had successfully ignored a quarter of a century of entropy and decay, had sat peacefully crunching popcorn and drinking soda while the house fell down around us. If I had to guess the number of books she read during that time, I would place the number at somewhere in the neighborhood of forty thousand.

A Girl Named Zippy: Growing Up Small in Mooreland Indiana (ed. Broadway Books, 2002) - ISBN: 9780767913102