How Can You Love A

What Exactly Did People Do When They Had All The Time In The World And Could Do Whatever They Liked?

I Love The Way That Each Book -- Any Book -- Is Its Own Journey. You Open It, And Off You Go. You Are Changed In Some Way, Large Or Small, By Having Traveled With Those Characters.

I Was Wishing I Was Invisible. Outside, The Leaves Were Falling To The Ground, And I Was Infinitely Sad, Sad Down To My Bones. I Was Sad For Phoebe And Her Parents And Prudence And Mike, Sad For The Leaves That Were Dying, And Sad For Myself, For Something I Had Lost.

Sometimes You Know In Your Heart You Love Someone, But You Have To Go Away Before Your Head Can Figure It Out.

How Can You Love A Little Cat So Much In Such A Short Short Time?