Cinderella!" Dov Cried. "let Down Your Hair!

So Much Is Happening And Yet Nothing At All.

I'm Told There's No Going Back. So I'm Choosing Forward.

The Handwriting Was A Girl’s. I Mean, You Can Tell. That Enchanted Cursive.

I Feel Like There's So Much Darkness In All Of My Books.

The Best Is When We All Go At Once, Like An Army Of Interrelated Popcorn Zombies Who Laugh The Same Laughs And Gasp The Same Gasps And Aren’t So Germ-phobic With Each Other That We Won’t Share A Ginormous Coke With One Straw. Family Is Useful Like That.