Holly Mcghee Said I Should Come To

The Tale Of Despereaux Came At The Request Of Luke, My Friend's Then-eight-year-old Son, Who Asked, "write For Me The Story Of An Unlikely Hero With Exceptionally Large Ears."

In A Dark Time, Doors Will Sometimes Magically Open And Let Us Step Inside To The Warmth And Light Of A Community.

As Far As Books Getting Turned Into Movies, I Fared Very, Very Well.

I Think Of Mercy Watson Like A Superball; There's A Bouncy Kind Of Optimism To Her Stories. She Allows Me To Play, And She Makes Me Laugh. Hopefully Readers Feel The Same Way.

He Was Weeping. Although 'weeping' Really Is To Small A Word For The Activity The Kind Had Undertaken. Tears Were Cascading From His Eyes. A Small Puddle Had Formed At His Feet. I Am Not Exaggerating. The King, It Seemed, Was Intent On Crying Himself A River.