When I read a book from my mother's shelves, it's not unusual to come across a gap in the text. A paragraph, or maybe just a sentence, has been sliced out, leaving a window in its place, with words from the next page peeping through. The chopped up page looks like a nearly complete jigsaw puzzle waiting for its missing piece. But the piece isn't lost, and I always know where to find it. Dozens of quotations, clipped from newspapers, magazines-and books-plaster one wall of my mother's kitchen. What means the most to my mother in her books she excises and displays.

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