Read Like A Wolf Eats And Write

I Tried To Contain Myself... But I Escaped!

This Is Going To Be Murder," Fransic Whispered To Mr. Trimes. "pure Murder." "i'm Glad To See Your Confidence Returning, Mr. Tucket. Just A Few Minutes Ago You Were Ready To Give Up. Now You're Talking About Killing Him." "i Meant It The Other Way." "oh.

Stories Are Like A River That Flows - You Dip A Bucket In It

It Was As Though I Had Been Dying Of Thirst And The Librarian Had Handed Me A Five Gallon Bucket Of Water. I Drank And Drank. The Only Reason I Am Here And Not In Prison Is Because Of That Woman. I Was A Loser, But She Showed Me The Power Of Reading.

If Books Could Have More, Give More, Be More, Show More, They Would Still Need Readers Who Bring To Them Sound And Smell And Light And All The Rest That Can’t Be In Books. The Book Needs You.