Read sample chapters from critically acclaimed author Gabrielle Zevin's Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac, Elsewhere, and All These Things I've Done.
IF THINGS HAD BEEN DIFFERENT, I'D BE CALLED Nataliya or Natasha, and I'd have a Russian accent and chapped lips year round. Maybe I'd even be a street kid who'd trade you just about anything for a pair of blue jeans. But I am not Nataliya or Natasha, because at six months old I was delivered from Kratovo, Moscow Oblast, to Brooklyn, New York. I don't remember the trip or ever having lived in Russia at all. What I know about my orphanhood is limited to what I've been told by my parents and then by what they were told, which was sketchy