Word: winded
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...little girl who was born with osteogenesis imperfecta (OI), which is commonly known as brittle bone disease. Willow has the most severe form you can have without dying at birth. She will have hundreds to thousands of bone breaks over the course of a lifetime. She'll wind up with curvature of the spine. She'll have a compromised respiratory system because of the shape of her ribcage. She'll never be more than about three feet tall. It's a very tough physical existence. But these kids are really, really bright. They are a terrific group of kids...
...like, sure. I'm driving in the van with her. So I get out of the car and I go into the back seat and I just totally panicked, realizing that all I have to do is bump into this kid the wrong way and he could wind up with a break. And what if I'm the one who causes his next fracture? And of course this is something these parents feel every minute of their lives. It was a really sort of jarring moment for me. (See the top 10 non-fiction books...
...eager for a second. But the basic impact is visual: they're meant to be simultaneously cheerful and lubricious, to fulfill their fans' childlike idolatry and blooming sexual awareness. That's how the brothers' antiseptic image, and the movie's G rating, can coexist with the Jaggeresque poses and wind sprints of the one in the center, Joe Jonas...
...time. The fervor he infuses into each line rewards a close scrutiny of his work. Even in “The Woman Who Sat on the Toilet for Two Years,” Holder manages to write, “All your slick / Posturing. / The endless histrionics / Wind up / In a dance / Cheek to cheek / Above the bowl.” An ironic explication of characters like this one leads to captivating lines often filled with biting understatements. His accessible diction serves to capture well-observed and interesting moments in the ordinary.So Holder’s work does have redeeming...
...their capture nets around the well, local residents greeted them with gifts of bread, plates of food, coffee and a liter of some unrecognizable brand of soda. As the town folk retreated to their homes, dusk gave way to night and only the outlines of the wind-blown palm trees could be seen swaying against the starry sky of the moonless night. Amador and Iglesias, whom I had been talking to moments earlier in the dark, were suddenly snoring in their hammocks. I sat in the back of pickup truck trying not to smell like vampire bait and hoping...