Everything when I was a kid was illustrated.
Nothing new ever happens in the books. It's the same old theme.
What was it like...to have someone who knew you would always return and who welcomed you with open arms?
It distresses me that parents insist that their children read or make them read. I think the best way for children to treasure reading is for them to see the adults in their lives reading for their own pleasure.
I thought I was going nowhere. Now I can see there was a pattern.
Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it’s a terrible thing. I’m broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me