Publisher's Synopsis
"It was Grandma East who wanted to name me Charity; Corinthians 13 was her favorite chapter in the King James Bible that she read from each day. The only other Charity I ever saw was a Puritan girl in an episode of The Twilight Zone who was being accused of witchcraft in 17th century Salem. All hope appeard to be lost until the girl learned through a source in the T-Zone that her accuser had robbed and murdered two other men a year earlier, handily stashing their bodies in a nearby forest. And so my namesake literally knew where the bodies were buried and wasn't too polite to blackmail ye olde bastarde into staying on her good side. I liked that." Charity Eleanor Sintz likes girls better than boys but this is the least of her problems. The year is 1972, Tricky Dick is in the White House, and four-year-old Charity has managed to offend the better part of Roosevelt County, Indiana, by not crying at her mother's funeral. Charity learns at a young age that with rare exceptions, people in books are usually more interesting than the people in front of her and that trees are more comforting than humans; sometimes Charity feels trapped in the wrong species. Left to her own devices, she grows into a random weed that can't find a squat in the garden. But if the entire world is outside the garden, maybe it's not all bad.
