If you were a woman, all I'd have to say is 'Colin Firth in a wet shirt' and you'd say 'Ah.

The army slew a thousand and showed little pity The king ordered fealty from the conquered city The prince charmed its people with words wise and witty And the queen sat on a couch, looking very pretty

I keep thinking about a tale my nurse used to read to me about a bird whose wings are pinned to the ground. In the end, when he finally frees himself, he flies so high he becomes a star. My nurse said the story was about how we all have something that keeps us down.

Your head will be fine,” said Miri. “It’s your neck you should worry about.

Many times I have learned that, you never judge a book by its cover. Like people, it is the inside that counts.

It was a pleasure, Enna, Finn, tree rat." "Did she just call you tree rat?

She closed the book and put her cheek against it. There was still an odor of a library on it, of dust, leather, binding glue, and old paper, one book carrying the smell of hundreds.