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Have You, In Truth, Ever Seen Something So Heartbreakingly Lovely? What Are We To Make Of A World Where Stars Shine Bright In The Midst Of So Much Darkness And Gloom?

The Words, "i Have A Dog Named Winn-dixie," Popped Into My Head In The Voice Of A Small Girl With A Southern Accent. I'd Been Writing Long Enough At That Point To Know Not To Ignore That Kind Of Red Flag. The Next Day, I Put Aside What I'd Been Working On, Started With That One Sentence, And Followed It All The Way To The End.

Life Is Hard. Life Is Beautiful. Life Is Difficult. Life Is Wonderful.

Reading A Story Should Be A Fabulous, Wonderful Thing. The Most Important Thing That Parents Can Do For Kids Is To Read With Them And To Let Their Kids See Them Reading Books For Their Own Pleasure.

Seasons Passed, Fall And Winter And Spring And Summer. Leaves Blew In Through The Open Door Of Lucius Clarke’s Shop, And Rain, And The Green Outrageous Hopeful Light Of Spring. People Came And Went, Grandmothers And Doll Collectors And Little Girls With Their Mothers. Edward Tulane Waited. The Seasons Turned Into Years. Edward Tulane Waited. He Repeated The Old Doll’s Words Over And Over Until They Wore A Smooth Groove Of Hope In His Brain: Someone Will Come; Someone Will Come For You.