My Antonia
A quaint, soft cover book had been sitting around at home for years, in one moms Mexican rustic bookcases. Back in my twenties, she bought me a batch of English classics to read up. She saw me consume the dainty hardcovers from her Jane Austen collection. Bronte's Jane Eyre found me a new heroine in mom's pocket paperback. The yellowish pages from her Wuthering Heights copy, revealed the kind of obscure romance I could get hooked on, and dwell on...
