When children at school talked about the Vivienne Small books, Tuesday never said “My mom wrote them,” even though she sometimes felt she would burst with the effort of keeping it a secret.–Finding Serendipity by Angelica Banks
Question of the Day: what’s your favorite fantasy race?
You took what you had and you took what you knew and what you felt and what you guessed and you mixed them all together, and remembered to look out the window and listen to the birds sing while you were doing it. Plus, it didn’t hurt to count your blessings while you were beating the batter. Louise thought this might be the recipe for the whole world.–Wishes, Kisses, and Pigs by Betsy Hearne
Question of the Day: do you have a good luck ritual or object?
“You make peace with one sister only to declare war on the other. It’s always like that with peace, isn’t it? Always to someone’s detriment, already sowing the seed for the next war.”–The Petrified Flesh by Cornelia Funke
Something was still missing. Controlling the plane, Nashville couldn’t help but feel what a conductor must feel using a baton to direct a symphony. But Nashville didn’t want to conduct the music. Nashville wanted to be the music. He wanted to tap-dance across the notes of the page, to visit each black circle on the sheet music like a hummingbird visits each flower. He wanted to fly.–Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
Never outgrow wrestling with lost boys, bathing in pixie dust, dueling pirates, and reaffixing shadows.
Which villains have you never outgrown?
Question of the Day: How did you earn cash when you were a child?
“I practice levitation,” Theo said, “As in, making things float in the air. You saw my work earlier today.”
“I love learning about transformation,” Ridley added. She pulled a top hat off a nearby shelf, moved it behind her wheelchair, and when it reappeared it had become a book with a top hat on the cover. “I like to change objects from one to another.”
“And I escape!” Leila said. “Dad, can you please chain me upside down in a tank full of water?”
“I can, and I will – when you turn eighteen,” Mr. Vernon said.–The Magic Misfits by Neil Patrick Harris
Oz wasn’t too scared of rats in general, but this rat was different — it was smoking.