Grief was a stalker. It was big, hairy, inarticulate, possessing just one word, why.
Theo's habit of plucking the bald spot from the truth had already convinced the boys at school that he was a bit odd.
Listen up. Don't negotiate with your feely parts.
Willa was awake, sitting up in her crib. Her calm, expectant eyes lifted. She smiled. "Hey, Brave, what is it?" It was as if the ocean had summoned the shore.I leave it to you to discover your own favorites. Don't miss this book!