I think the only person in the world who realizes how ordinary I am is me.
My name is August, by the way. I won‘t describe what I looklike. Whatever you‘re thinking, it‘s probably worse.- P3
Mom says by then they had told her all about me. She had been preparing herself for the seeing of me. But she says that when she looked down into my tiny mushed-up face for the first time, all she could see was how pretty my eyes were.- P7
