title: Running for the Hills: A Memoir
author:  Horatio Clare 
description: "The joy of <i>Running for the Hills</i> lies in its seemingly effortless richness and precision. . . . It is the prose equivalent of a collection of poems by Wordsworth. [A] heartening, raw, tender, radiant first book." -- <i>The Times</i> (London)<br /><br />"<i>Running for the Hills</i> is a beautifully crafted story of a young boy's adventures growing up on a remote Welsh sheep farm and his mother's love affair with that life. Horatio Clare vividly and lyrically evokes a world that is hard yet tender, bleak yet bountiful." -- Jeannette Walls, author of <i>The Glass Castle</i><br /><br />"A beautifully written book that immerses you in the harshness and the splendor of living off the land on a Welsh sheep farm. Clare's prose allows you to experience the cycle of life and death." -- Temple Grandin, author of <i>Animals in Translation</i><br /><br />"Touching, funny and extremely well-written. . . . There are passages here that remind one of Wordsworth's recollections of his Lake District boyhood in <i>The Prelude</i>." -- <i>The Daily Telegraph</i> (London)<br /><br />"[An] enchanting book. . . . [Clare's] lyrical description is so beautifully written that you almost hold your breath." -- <i>The Daily Mail</i> (London)<br /><br />"[A] beautifully written memoir. . . . Despite its portrayal of hardship, Running for the Hills is lifted by its sense of joy and spiritual freedom." -- <i>The Economist</i><br /><br />"With a clear eye and a strong, graceful pen, Clare describes the almost romantic wonder of being a child in a wild, often inhospitable landscape. A tender, eloquent, honest book about a remarkable family and the process of understanding your parents as well as loving them." -- Sarah Dunant, author of <i>The Birth of Venus</i>
zlib_text: “Are you running, Maggie Mae?” Daniel asked, blocking her.
  Letter to Reader
  Title Page
  Dedication
  Books by Allison Leigh
  About the Author
  Prologue
  Chapter One
  Chapter Two
  Chapter Three
  Chapter Four
  Chapter Five
  Chapter Six
  Chapter Seven
  Chapter Eight
  Chapter Nine
  Chapter Ten
  Chapter Eleven
  Chapter Twelve
  Chapter Thirteen
  Chapter Fourteen
  Chapter Fifteen
  Chapter Sixteen
  Chapter Seventeen
  Teaser chapter
  Copyright
  
  “Are you running, Maggie Mae?” Daniel asked, blocking her.
  “Don’t, Daniel.”
   
  “Don’t what?” His big hand cupped the back of her neck. Strong and so incredibly warm. Alive. “You
  remember the first time I called you that?” he murmured.
   
  “Daniel. Please.”
   
  She knew what was coming.
   
  “Stop,” she whispered.
   
  He paused, his jaw tight. “Really?”
   
  Maggie knew he would. That it would only take one word. Daniel Clay was an honorable man. If he
  weren’t, he would never have stopped at one kiss three years ago. He would have taken what she’d
  been so close to giving him. But he hadn’t.
  