She accepted it from then on. Books liked her. Books wanted to look after her.

He was the only person in the world she was tongue-tied around, and yet the only person she really wanted to talk to.

Sometimes its necessary to embrace the magic, to find out what's real in life, and in one's own heart.

Everything was quiet, a strange sort of quiet that felt like an unfinished sentence.

I've never seen you hide from anyone before. He must do something crazy to you.

Snow flurries began to fall and they swirled around people's legs like house cats. It was magical, this snow globe world.

When someone needs help, you help. Right?