The Origin Of Each Story Is Unique.

There Can Be A Lot Of Longevity In The Repetition Of Things Being Told Again And Again In A Variety Of Ways.

Reading Might Not Be The Way That The Child Engages With The World, But It Should Be Something That They All Learn How To Do, And That They Get To Have For Themselves, As Opposed To Somebody Telling Them What To Do And How To Do It.

During The Night, While Bull And Lucy Slept, Edward, With Ever-open Eyes, Stared Up At The Constellations. He Said Their Names, And Then He Said The Names Of The People Who Loved Him. He Started With Abilene, And Then Went On To Nellie And Lawrence And From There To Bull And Lucy, And Then He Ended Again With Abilene: Abilene, Nellie, Lawrence, Bull, Lucy, Abilene. See? Edward Told Pellegrina. I Am Not Like The Princess. I Know About Love.

I Loved School; I Loved The Rules, And I Liked There Being Right Answers, Wrong Answers, And Being Able To Give The Right Answer All The Time. And That Goes Against Who Many Would Predict Is Going To Go Out And Break Rules And Tell Stories For A Living.

Going Out And Not Only Meeting The Kids, But Meeting The Teachers And The Librarians And Seeing The World, Fills Me Up.