Thursday, September 24, 2009

Like Alice, but without the acid trip.

"Winnie Foster was beginning to lose track of time. Had she been there a day? A week? A month? It seemed to Winnie that the Tucks lived in a way the rest of the world had forgotten. They where never in a hurry and did things the slow way. For the first time Winnie felt free to explore, to ask questions, to play."

...spent the night re-reading one of my favorites.

1 comment:

Neuf Francs said...

I've never read this! I think I might have to put it on hold at the library!