When You Open A Book

Thats Beautiful! Sad And Beautiful," Murmured Meggie. Why Were Sad Stories Often So Beautiful? It Was Different In Real Life.

I Remember The Feeling. Whenever My Father Got So Absorbed In A Book That We Might Have Been In Visible I Felt Like Taking A Pair Of Scissors And Cutting It Up.

Mortimer's Face Twisted When The Piper Pressed His Knife Against His Ribs. Oh Yes, He's Obviously Made The Wrong Enemies In This Story, Thought Orpheus. And The Wrong Friends. But That Was High-minded Heroes For You. Stupid.

My Daughter, Anna, Is Almost 15, And My Son, Ben, Is Almost 10.

My Wife Loves Written Words ... You Know, Words That Stick To Parchment And Paper Like Dead Flies, And It Seems My Father Felt The Same - But I Want To Hear Words! Remember That When You Are Looking For The Right Words: You Must Ask Yourself What They Sound Like! Glowing With Passion, Dark With Sorrow, Sweet With Love, That's What I Want. - Cosimo