WINNER OF THE PULITZER PRIZE FOR FICTION and THE NATIONAL BOOK CRITICS CIRCLE AWARD
In 1956, towards the end of Reverend John Ames's life, he begins a letter to his young son:
'I told you last night that I might be gone some time...You reached up and put your fingers on my lips and gave me that look I never in my life saw on any other face besides your mother's. It's a kind of furious pride, very passionate and stern.
I'm always a little surprised to find my eyebrows unsinged after I've suffered one of those looks. I will miss them.'
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