This is how you hold onto your family. You hold them with open hands so they are free to find futures of their own. It's just that simple.

I'm so far gone that I'm telling the truth. It sounds like a foreign language.

With the poetry of plain speaking, Shannon Hitchcock recreates the daily drama of a vanished world.

Martin Wilson's What They Always Tell Us hears the voices of the young as they struggle toward adulthood.

[A young adult novel] ends not with happily ever after, but at a new beginning, with the sense of a lot of life yet to be lived.

But put two librarians' heads together, and mountains move.

September 11 We thought we'd outdistanced history Told our children it was nowhere near; Even when history struck Columbine, It didn't happen here. We took down the maps in the classroom, And when they were safely furled, We told the young what they wanted to hear, That they were immune from a menacing world. But history isn't a folded-up map, Or an unread textbook tome; Now we know history's a fireman's child Waiting at home alone.