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2.5 stars. No additional information at this time; my Book Club girlfriends are still reading it.
The river was rough and greedy -- not ashamed to demand its rightful share: it strained against the embankment, swallowed rocks and gushed through the tiniest crevices. Though it offered no sheltered bays, Trudi would ride its turbulent waves, dart beneath them in her frog-swim, her heart beating fast as she became the river, claiming what was hers. As the river, she washed through the houses of people without being seen, got into their beds, their souls, as she flushed out their stories and fed on their worries about what she knew and what she might tell. Whenever she became the river, the people matched her power only as a group. Because the river could take on the town, the entire country.n
"Don't you know what can happen to someone like you in our country? You become an experiment…a medical experiment for the almighty profession," he said, and told her of operations performed on twins, on people afflicted with otherness. "Because the rules that used to temper curiosity no longer exist…Some people might even tell you that a Zwerg has no right to live."