I adore themes of hope and courage and the ways we find meaning through suffering. Ruta Sepetys More Quotes by Ruta Sepetys More Quotes From Ruta Sepetys I shut the bathroom door and caught sight of my face in the mirror. I had no idea how quickly it was to change, to fade. If I had, I would have stared at my reflection, memorizing it. It was the last time I would look into a real mirror for more than a decade. Ruta Sepetys realreflectiondoors We'd been trying to touch the sky from the bottom of the ocean. Ruta Sepetys oceanskytrying I stared at the enormous homes, the landscaping and flower beds immaculate. It was as if dollar bills, instead of leaves, hung from the trees. Ruta Sepetys flowerhometree Somehow I had to turn the salted peanuts in the cigar box into petits fours. Ruta Sepetys peanutscigarboxes I looked down at the little pink face in the bundle. A newborn. The child had been alive only minutes but was already considered a criminal by the Soviets. Ruta Sepetys criminalsalivechildren I'm a binge writer. I work in the music business fulltime, in artist management and developing songwriters and recording artists, and so juggling my job I carve out as much time as I can on the weekends. Ruta Sepetys weekendartistjobs One day when I was fourteen, I told Charlie that I hated Mother. “Don’t hate her, Jo,” he told me. “Feel sorry for her. She’s not near as smart as you. She wasn’t born with your compass, so she wanders around, bumping into all sorts of walls. That’s sad.” I understood what he meant, and it made me see Mother differently. But wasn’t there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didn’t seem fair. Ruta Sepetys wallmothersorry My sister and brother are both writers as well. We are constantly discussing story and plot lines. And I love to discuss story ideas with my husband. Ruta Sepetys plot-lineshusbandbrother But wasn't there some sort of rule that said parents had to be smarter than their kids? It didn't seem fair. Ruta Sepetys parentsaidkids Andrius turned. His eyes found mine. I'll see you he said. My face didn't wrinkle. I didn't utter a sound. But for the first time in months I cried. Tears popped from their dry sockets and sailed down my cheeks in one quick stream. I looked away. The NKVD called the bald man's name. Look at me wispered Andrius moving close. I'll see you he said. Just think about that. Just think about me bringing you your drawings. Picture it because I'll be there. Ruta Sepetys eyemovingthinking I left the jutra to chop wood. I began my walk through the snow, five kilometers to the tree line. That's when I saw it. A tiny silver of gold appeared between shades of gray on the horizon. I stared at the amber band of sunlight, smiling. The sun had returned. I closed my eyes. I felt Andrius moving close. "I'll see you," he said. "Yes, I will see you," I whispered "I will." I reached into my pocket and squeezed the stone. Ruta Sepetys eyesnowmoving New Orleans is unlike any city in America. Its cultural diversity is woven into the food, the music, the architecture - even the local superstitions. It's a sensory experience on all levels and there's a story lurking around every corner. Ruta Sepetys new-orleanscitiesamerica I took several trips to New Orleans and met with people who had intimate knowledge of the underbelly of the city in the 1950s. The meetings were both fascinating and terrifying. Ruta Sepetys citynewpeopleknowledge I took many trips down to New Orleans trying to experience the city as deeply as possible. I'm from Detroit so New Orleans seemed very exotic to me. Ruta Sepetys citydownmeexperience
