{"id":1801,"date":"2012-05-14T13:42:18","date_gmt":"2012-05-14T17:42:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.old.caraghobrien.com\/book\/?p=1801"},"modified":"2012-05-14T13:42:18","modified_gmt":"2012-05-14T17:42:18","slug":"world-hopping","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/birthmarked\/world-hopping\/","title":{"rendered":"World Hopping"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignright size-full wp-image-1803\" title=\"Hammock\" src=\"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/05\/Hammock.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"270\" height=\"235\" \/>A few minutes ago, the rain started outside the window, waking me into this world, so I ran out to fetch the hammock off its poles and haul it to the back porch where it can rest on the rocking chair and stay dry.\u00a0 My daughter\u2019s reading beside me on the couch, and my husband\u2019s making lunch in the kitchen.\u00a0 I\u2019ll join him soon.<\/p>\n<p>In my novel, a girl sits on the bathroom floor, out of line from the cameras, skimming through images on the itablet she stole.\u00a0 She sees a decapitated chicken, with its beady eye and bright smear of red blood, and an old woman\u2019s hands in blue light, and the green tobacco fields under their miles of fabric shade.<\/p>\n<p>In the book I\u2019m reading, Angie feels her seventeenth summer ending and wonders how she\u2019ll endure missing Jack when she moves away to college.\u00a0 She looks at the stars and smells the water and longs for the unknown.\u00a0 She puzzles me, this innocent girl in a book with only the most gentle sort of conflict.\u00a0 I wonder what I\u2019m missing.<\/p>\n<p>I do know which one is the real world.\u00a0 I do.\u00a0 I just have to remember sometimes.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>A few minutes ago, the rain started outside the window, waking me into this world, so I ran out to fetch the hammock off its poles and haul it to the back porch where it can rest on the rocking chair and stay dry.\u00a0 My daughter\u2019s reading beside me on the couch, and my husband\u2019s [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-birthmarked"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1801","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1801"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1806,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1801\/revisions\/1806"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.caraghobrien.com\/book\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}