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With a Hammer for My Heart

With a Hammer for My Heart: A Novel

Series: Kentucky Voices
Copyright Date: 1997
Pages: 224
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    With a Hammer for My Heart
    Book Description:

    With a Hammer for My Heart is the story of Lawanda, a precocious, poverty-stricken fifteen-year-old girl from Cardin, Kentucky, who dreams of attending college. When Lawanda's friendship with an alcoholic World War II veteran named Garland is misinterpreted by their fellow townspeople, a tragedy calls her future into question.

    eISBN: 978-0-8131-4645-4
    Subjects: Language & Literature

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  1. Front Matter
    (pp. [i]-[vi])
    (pp. [vii]-[viii])
  3. ONE
    (pp. 1-44)

    LAWANDA: I’m wanting to go to college. Nobody in my family has ever done it and we sure can’t pay the bills, but I’m still planning to go. Last summer I tried to get a job to save money, but I soon found out there’s not enough work here in Cardin for grown people, much less kids. I wasn’t old enough to drive, so I couldn’t work at a fast-food place. They’re all on the other side of the bypass. So when we got this card in the mail in September about selling magazines, I was all excited. I had...

  4. TWO
    (pp. 45-120)

    JUNE: Something’s bothering that girl. Now she’s gone off up the hill with Mommy. What a pair: Lawanda, who thinks the world will open its arms, and Mommy, who believes God already did. I don’t know what to think about it.

    Now I have always loved my mommy, and not just because I had to. But it’s not been easy. Kids teased me from the time Mommy got churched about her being crazy and traipsing off to heal people.

    “Junie thinks God lives at her house!” Eddie Duff would holler.

    “And wears an apron!” somebody would throw in. I never...

  5. THREE
    (pp. 121-172)

    LAWANDA: I listened to Nancy Catherine pull out, Mamaw labor up the porch steps, Mom rant. Then we went, all knotted up, into the house. Mom and Dad sat on the couch, I sat in the dump chair, and Mamaw took the rocker in the corner. Taking a deep breath, I reached back and flipped the elastic loop to let my hair loose. I was home.

    “I apologize for worrying you,” I said, “and for going where you told me not to. But I don’t think it’s wrong. Being friends with Garland, I mean.”

    “Friends!” Mom said this like a...

  6. FOUR
    (pp. 173-214)

    MAMAW: Mother Jesus, let Your eyes be the headlights pulling me across this mountain. I’ve driven many a night but it’s never been this black. “Not Lawanda,” is the only prayer I got in me, and that’s no good. ItisLawanda. Already is. I’m the one says you don’t want sacrifice, and here’s my own grandbaby … She’s got to live, You hear me? We ain’t got room in our pain to lose Lawanda.

    What didshedo, anyway? The least of anybody. Amos, Howard, me, even Nancy Catherine, butLawanda?Ain’t You paying attention? This is wrong, the...