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my mom still can’t read this book out loud without crying. apparently it’s hereditary. i’m only one of four (not one of 21), but i still imagined my mother as heroic as the bunny mother in this story. it’s an easter story. even an easter story about bunnies. but it manages, in its simple way, to capture [...] because of jane langton’s book i still have dreams that i can fly. in every dream i climb up on the back fence of my childhood home, spread my arms, take a deep breath and jump. i’ll never grow too old for this story. it speaks to that part of me that believes in everything: talking [...] my pa read david copperfield out loud to me before i ever reached puberty. we delighted together in the simple truths of mr. dick, we snickered at dickens’s cleverness at naming characters like uriah heep, we put the book down to fly kites. i know my love for david copperfield is mixed up in [...] you know they’re making advent calendars for everything now? halloween, thanksgiving, st. patrick’s day. i had an imagination this morning: an elf with a smock covered in pockets, in every pocket a tiny novel. thickly bound inch by inch wonders of words. each day you could reach your chubby little hand in a pocket and [...] |
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