Ten Good Seconds of Silence: A novel

Ten Good Seconds of Silence: A novel

Elizabeth Ruth

Language: English

Pages: 416

ISBN: 0889243018

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Short-listed for the 2001 Rogers Writers' Trust of Canada Fiction Prize and the Amazon.com/Books in Canada First Novel Prize

Lilith Boot's life changes forever the night she drowns the flowers in her parents' garden. Frightened by their daughter's odd behaviour, and her recent pronouncements of psychic visions, the Boots send Lilith to a Vancouver mental hospital. It is there that she becomes pregnant, giving birth after her discharge.

Years later, Lilith uses her visions to help Toronto police find missing children. At the same time, her own daughter, Lemon, struggles to distinguish herself from her quirky mother. Searching for her identity, she sets off across the country in search of the father she has never met. In the process, both Lilith and Lemon discover that they can never escape from the past - or each other.

This debut novel introduces an astonishing new voice to the Canadian literary scene. With fresh, inspiring language, and characters who steal your heart, Elizabeth Ruth weaves together an unforgettable story of loss and landscape of memory.

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and well, sometimes . . . sometimes she gets a little upset.” “More than a little.” “She’s a tough cookie,” Daddy agreed. “I know that. She never so much as made a peep when you were born, never flinched or protested when the other baby …” His voice got really, really soft and cracked. He cleared his throat and tried to look sober. “Lilith, your mother is the model of womanly stature — even under the worst circumstances.” A faraway look seemed to take him from me then. “You know what she told

didn’t have a care in the world. “Aw well, whatcha gonna do?” she said. “Gotta keep your sense of humour, right? Yeah, laugh or cry.” Then we watched Mrs. Moffat dump her bouquet in the garbage pail and return to sit on her bed with a get-well card. She started rocking back and forth, staring out the window and whispering to herself. “Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker’s man. So I do, master, as fast as I can.” I noticed Randy chewing on her thumbnail and thought, Oh no, here we go again. “Never

left, but she didn’t say a word. Instead, she licked the outside of the remaining ice cream using her system — from the bottom of the drip up — so it never softened enough to fall off. (Once it happened and once was enough. Spumoni and disappointment splattered across the sidewalk and Lilith hadn’t seen her eat anything green since.) Now ice cream melted down the side of the cone, her tiny wrist, and even her bare arm. “Yuk!” Lemon said, trying to catch the drip before it worsened. Lemon tried

called out for Lemon’s attention. “C’mere, Babygirl.” Lemon looked up from where she was curled into the armchair, reluctant to tear herself away from her studies on Astronomy for Beginners. Her mother waved once more so she put down the library book and slumped off the chair, eyes bored. “What, Mumma?” Lilith was excited, her hair extra-curly because of the humidity. “Turn around. That’s it. Now, close ’em.” Lemon squinted. Maybe a letter from her father had finally arrived! “What is it?”

across the walk and down a slope, was the greenhouse where I worked digging roots, pruning and planting bulbs. My doctor called me “high-functioning” and relatively “well behaved” so he felt confident assigning me to the greenhouse because there were staff there too — nurses who doubled as gardeners or gardeners who doubled as nurses, I wasn’t sure which. I thanked God or the universe or whatever there is out there that let me have my time back with the plants. A second chance. Anyway, on

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