Excerpt from Swimming Back to Trout River by Linda Rui Feng , plus links to reviews, author biography & more

Junie had many questions. About the child who put ashes in a can, for example, which she overheard Grandpa say last night. Bone ashes. But for now, what she thought first and foremost was that she didn't know anything about Momo at all, not even as a child her own age many years ago. The tiger story was just a fairy tale, a nice yarn. All of a sudden she found herself too old for this kind of story, because it explained nothing at all, like why he had to leave and go so far away from here, and why he wanted to take her away too.

Behind them, toward a point on the horizon where everything would vanish into the curvature of the earth, the field turned from green to indigo.

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