Any alphabet book for children where 'P is for Patti' Smith and 'X is for the women whose names we don't know' is something I can recommend, especially when the book is as well written, representationa lly diverse and vividly illustrated as this one.

You make me feel like I have wings when you touch me.

Flowers are reincarnation. They come out of the earth of our ashes. Nothing else looks so soul-like.

Maybe he was real. Maybe I'd made him up. Either way, he didn't think I needed him anymore. Maybe he was right.

Once upon a time . . . What time are we upon and where do I belong?

Besides, secretly, without knowing it herself, she had been waiting for a Beast to go to.

I wanted him to hold me, to take care of me. To make the pain dissolve away. I know that this was part of what had ruined everything but I wanted it once more anyway.