"Mark Cosman’s message speaks to mothers and fathers everywhere; this is a beautiful and sensitive book." Mrs. Nancy Reagan
My daughter. Berlyn, was asleep on a fold-out couch at her high school prom party when a former classmate and high school dropout shot her in the head for no apparent reason. Her murder prompted me to leave the rubble of my beliefs and assumptions to go in search of answers to the most profound questions we ask ourselves. “A Flower in the Snow” is the result of that odyssey.
"Mark Cosman’s message speaks to mothers and fathers everywhere; this is a beautiful and sensitive book." Mrs. Nancy Reagan
My daughter. Berlyn, was asleep on a fold-out couch at her high school prom party when a former classmate and high school dropout shot her in the head for no apparent reason. Her murder prompted me to leave the rubble of my beliefs and assumptions to go in search of answers to the most profound questions we ask ourselves. “A Flower in the Snow” is the result of that odyssey.
My daughter. Berlyn, was asleep on a fold-out couch at her high school prom party when a former classmate and high school dropout shot her in the head for no apparent reason. Her murder prompted me to leave the rubble of my beliefs and assumptions to go in search of answers to the most profound questions we ask ourselves. “A Flower in the Snow” is the result of that odyssey.
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It was prom night. Berlyn, an honor student, was the
recipient of a basketball scholarship. The moment was at hand to release her
grip, just a little, to leave the rigors of basketball and her studies for a
refreshing interval of fun. It was time to waste time, to test the budding
independence she would need in college. At last, she earned the right to make
fun of it all, to laugh at what had been so serious for so long.
Excerpt
It was prom night. Berlyn, an honor student, was the
recipient of a basketball scholarship. The moment was at hand to release her
grip, just a little, to leave the rigors of basketball and her studies for a
refreshing interval of fun. It was time to waste time, to test the budding
independence she would need in college. At last, she earned the right to make
fun of it all, to laugh at what had been so serious for so long.
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