In Summer Light

I've only read the first paragraph of this young adult book by Zibby Oneal and I know it's going to be good.

There were peaches in a blue and white Chinese bowl and
a cat almost the color of peaches stretched beneath the
table.  Morning light fell slantwise across the table's surface,
lay like marmalade on the rungs of a ladder-back chair.
Beside the table, sitting straight on the straight-backed chair,
was a little girl, feet bare, hands folded.  Here dark hair
grazed the sharp bones of her shoulders.  Her eyes were
intent.  Perched there expectantly, erect on the chair's
edge, she was like someone awaiting an invitation to
dance.

Zibby Oneal, In Summer Light, Viking Kestrel Press, 1985, page 1.

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Denis Streeter   5/31/17