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Christopher Robin was sitting outside his door, putting on his Big Boots. As soon as he saw the Big Boots, Pooh knew that an Adventure was going to happen, and he brushed the honey off his nose with the back of his paw, and spruced himself up as well as he could, so as to look Ready for Anything.
–Winnie-the-Pooh by A. A. Milne
Question of the Day: which classic book have you recently revisited?
“While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer, painted face of the Scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her. She thought she must have been mistaken, at first, for none of the scarecrows in Kansas ever wink; but presently the figure nodded its head to her in a friendly way.”
–The Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum
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
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
The secret thing I know about ideas is that once they sproing into your head you have to grab them fast, or else they get bored and bounce away.
–Clementine by Sara Pennypacker
Beyond the Laughing Sky by Michelle Cuevas
Cover art by Julie Morstad
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
“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
Portobello Road had always been Michael’s favorite street to explore. The shops were on the lowest floor of the townhomes that lined the streets. The owners lived on the upper floors, and the fronts were painted in a rainbow of pastel colors. Sky-blue and sunny-yellow houses next to mint-green ones. A rosy-pink home might be next to a coral-orange house.
–More Than Marmalade by Rosanne Tolin
