When you open a book it's like going to the theater first you see the curtain then it is pulled aside and the show begins.

Since when does the butterfly ask about the caterpillar?

She is a real bookworm. I think she lives on print. Her whole house is full of books - looks as if she likes them better than human company.

I have two Iceland horses, a very hairy dog called Looney, and a guinea pig.

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

She pressed her hand against her chest. No heart. So where did the love she felt come from?

perhaps because this time not fear but love made him read.