If My Books Can Help

Though My Father Was Norwegian, He Always Wrote His Diaries In Perfect English.

If You Have Good Thoughts They Will Shine Out Of Your Face Like Sunbeams And You Will Always Look Lovely.

The Maid Screamed. The Queen Gasped. Sophie Waved.

I Do Have A Blurred Memory Of Sitting On The Stairs And Trying Over And Over Again To Tie One Of My Shoelaces, But That Is All That Comes Back To Me Of School Itself.

No Book Ever Ends, When It's Full Of Your Friends.