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Thursday, October 16, 2008

Sometimes You Never Grow Too Old...

I can't really remember the first time I stumbled upon Winnie Foster, but I do remember wishing that I could weave a story as beautifully as Natalie Babbitt did with this one. Her words are mesmerizing and pull you in as the plot unfolds. By the end of the book, you can only wish there was more to this beautiful story...

Sometimes you never grow too old for those few special childhood fairytales.

Without further ado, an excerpt...

The first week of August hangs at the top of summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning. The weeks that come before are only a climb from balmy spring, and those that follow drop to the chill of autumn, but the first week of August is motionless, and hot. It is curiously silent, too, with blank white dawns and glaring noons, and sunsets smeared with too much color. Often at night there is lightning, but it quivers all alone. There is no thunder, no relieving rain. These are the strange and breathless days, the dog days, when people are led to do things they are sure to be sorry for after.

One day at that time, not so very long ago, three things happened and at first there appeared to be no connection between them...

Tuck Everlasting
By Natalie Babbitt

2 comments:

Carla said...

It is always so pleasing and exciting when one comes upon a good writer that makes wish you could write like them! Some writers are succeed so well at drawing you into the story.

Eleree said...

Yes... such a lovely thing is story.:)

Emma