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If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson
If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson












If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson

In the distance I can see Central Park, the trees brilliant green against the sky. Outside the sky is bright blue and clear. MY MOTHER CALLS TO ME FROM THE BOTTOM OF THE stairs, and I pull myself slowly from a deep sleep. Summary: After meeting at their private school in New York,įifteen-year-old Jeremiah, who is black and whose parents are separated,Īnd Ellie, who is white and whose mother has twice abandoned her,įall in love and then try to cope with people’s reactions.

If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson

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If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson

Reissued by Speak, an imprint of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 2006 Published by Speak, an imprint of Penguin Group (USA) Inc., 2003 Putnam’s Sons,Ī division of Penguin Putnam Books for Young Readers, 1998 Registered Offices: Penguin Books Ltd, 80 Strand, London WC2R 0RL, Englandįirst published in the United States of America by G. (a division of Pearson Penguin Canada Inc.) Penguin Group (Canada), 90 Eglinton Avenue East, Suite 700, Reprinted by permission of the Charlotte Sheedy Literary Agency.ģ45 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014, U.S.A. The Collected Poems of Audre Lorde published by W. The tide and the poem “If You Come Softly” by Audre Lorde are from I could feel his name, settling around me, as though I was walking in a mist of it, of him, of Jeremiah. “Jeremiah,” I whispered to myself as I walked away from him. I guess . . . I guess I’ll see you around,” he said softly, looking at me a moment longer before turning away and heading down the hall, his locks bouncing gently against his shoulders. I blinked, embarrassed suddenly, and turned away from him.

If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson

There was something familiar about him, something I had seen before. For a moment we stared at each other, neither of us saying anything. I wanted to touch them, to touch his face. His were thick and black and spiraling down over his shoulders. I couldn’t stop looking at him, at his smile and his hair.














If You Come Softly by Jacqueline Woodson