“Birds don’t exist to teach us anything — they have their own purposes and their own complicated lives — but we are fools if we can’t learn something important for our purposes, too, for our own complicated lives…” https://t.co/L4tsB2fJ6K
In 800+ pages of murder and kidnapping and crime, the margins remained empty. But as soon as a rabbit is hurt, the readers of this library book protest.
To me, mailboxes = hope. But Anouilh’s version hope (that foul deceitful thing) as well as the optimistic, anything is possible kind. Like way back in the olden (my) days when college acceptance letters or query responses came by post. Those were dark days. And glorious ones.
Although to be fair...they were more upset about the three weeks of lying about it before I finally confessed (thankfully the report card was still in the bottom of my bedroom trash can) than they were about the "D" I got in Social Studies.
Reviews are starting to come in. Waiting for book reviews feels depressingly similar to getting my middle school report cards. Like the one I threw away in sixth grade, hoping that my parents wouldn't notice (they did) and that I wouldn't get trouble (I did.)
“One always got the same shock of recognition and delight when someone’s words swam up to meet a thought or name a picture. Poetry was awfully good material to think with.” - Mary Stewart
In book one, Penn worked as a newsboy (and a pickpocket). In book two Penn works for a telegraph (sort of). Does anyone want to guess where she’ll be working in book three?? #Fatechanger