I Love To Read Aloud.

My Children Were All Made From Paper And Printer's Ink.

Didn't Books Say That Too: That There Is Always Price To Pay For Happiness?

In Love - It Sounded Like A Sickness Without Any Cure, And Wasn't That Just How It Sometimes Felt?

She Read And Read And Read, But She Was Stuffing Herself With The Letters On The Page Like An Unhappy Child Stuffing Itself With Chocolate. They Didn’t Taste Bad, But She Was Still Unhappy.

I'm Perfectly Happy To Know The World At Secondhand. It's A Lot Safer.