Despereaux, she whispered.And then she shouted it, Despereaux!Reader, nothing is sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.Nothing.
Despereaux was reading the story out loud to himself. He was reading from the beginning so that he could get to the end...
Every well-written book is a light for me. When you write, you use other writers and their books as guides in the wilderness.
When we read together, we connect. Together, we see the world. Together, we see one another. Author,s note
There is nothing sweeter in this sad world than the sound of someone you love calling your name.
The world went on. People left and people died and people went to memorial services and put orange blocks of cheese into their purses. People confessed to you that they were hungry all the time. And t...
Stories are light.
Stories are light.Light is precious in a world so dark.
Louisiana stood up again. She was holding Bunny close to her chest. She faced forward. 'Go faster,' she said.'Are you kidding?' said Beverly. 'Who do you think you are? Some kind of queen? We're pushi...
Listen, said Beverly. Let me tell you something. There is no Very Friendly Animal Center. That cat is long gone.
It was important to me to hear how Littmus survived after losing everything he loved.
I have been loved, Edward told the stars.
I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?
I have been loved said Edward to the stars.
Go ahead, Marlene, thought Edward. Push me around. Do with me as you will. What does it matter? I am broken. Broken.
Desperaux, she said. He saw his name on her lips.I honor you, whispered Desperaux. I honor you.
But, alas, he never really belonged in either place, the sad fate, I am afraid, of those whose hearts break and then mend in crooked ways.
But that is impossible, said Peter.Magic is always impossible, said the magician. It begins with the impossible and ends with the impossible and is impossible in between. That is why it is magic.
At least Lester had the decency to weep at his act of perfidy. Reader, do you know what 'perfidy' means? I have a feeling you do, based on the scene that unfolded here. But you should look up the word...
Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward...