However, I think I managed to reach a new level with Koko, and I will always be grateful for the experience.

There were a lot of adventure books for boys, historical novels by Kenneth Roberts, and whatever mystery novels the alarmed librarian imagined might not corrupt an eager but innocent youth.

When, in the third book, we do learn the identity of the Blue Rose murderer, the information comes in a muted, nearly off-hand manner, and the man has died long before.

What would be frightening about me jumping out of the bush wearing a pig mask is not the sudden surprise, not me, and not the pig mask, but that the ordinary world had split open for a moment to reveal some possibility never previously considered.

Wolf! Right here and now!

Fear and I were old buddies, despite my best efforts to the contrary.

You'll never get anything done if you walk around with an unchipped heart.