Shuggie Bain: A Novel (Booker Prize Winner)

The pack of dogs called him out of the gate. Shuggie picked up his dirty blond dolly and

some lights, and Shug opened the glass partition to tell them they were nearly there. He closed

freshly dyed, a shade darker than black, closer to the saddest navy. That morning she had tilted her head forward and asked Catherine what she thought of her new mascara. The mascara looked too heavy for her eyelids, like she was on the edge of sudden sleep. Now, as the taxi pulled out into the main road, Agnes made a show of looking back and wavin