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“There is a standard theory about childhood that everybody works from, and critics check whether a picture book has followed the 'rules' about what is right for children, or what is healthy for children, or what we think is right and healthy for children. This comes into conflict all the time with those things that are mysterious. Children are much more catholic in taste; will tolerate ambiguities, peculiarities, and things illogical; will take them into their unconscious and deal with them as best they can.”

“Connor had become a doctor just two days ago—along with all of his friends. They were hand-selected at just three years old to undergo intensive medical training as part of a controversial experiment, called Kid Docs. In the past few years, the Kid Docs program had produced some of the best doctors in the entire country, if not the world. They had some of the lowest complication rates and the highest success rates, and they had developed innovative new procedures that saved lives that were previously unsalvageable. Connor hoped that he would be among the best doctors in the world someday. But right now, he was focused on only a single thing: saving this one man’s life.”

“There are two novels that can change a bookish fourteen-year old’s life: The Lord of the Rings and Atlas Shrugged. One is a childish fantasy that often engenders a lifelong obsession with its unbelievable heroes, leading to an emotionally stunted, socially crippled adulthood, unable to deal with the real world. The other, of course, involves orcs." [Kung Fu Monkey -- Ephemera, blog post, March 19, 2009]”

“We are God's chosen people. We are God's treasured possession. Let us rise in mighty strength to possess our rightful places as God's children.”

“Because we are human we have a long childhood, and one of the jobs of that childhood is to sculpt our brains. We have years--about twelve of them--to draw outlines of the shape we want our sculpted brain to take. Some of the parts must be sculpted at critical times. One cannot, after all, carve out toes unless he knows where the foot will go. We need tools to do some of the fine work. The tools are our childhood experiences. And I'm convinced that one of those experiences must be children's books. And they must be experienced within the early years of our long childhood.”

“The little group rested on the bank of a river. Calm reigned, only disturbed by the snores of Gwizdo, who was fast asleep next to Hector. The two were lying on the bank. Nearby, sitting side by side under a tree, Lian-Chu and the moustached man were engaged in discussion.”

“Gwizdo took out some gold coins from a purse which he held out in his hand, then handed them to Zoria. "Yes, well, it's fine being yourself, but being yourself and poor is no fun. So, here is your share." Hector and Lian-Chu exchanged a stunned look. It's not every day Gwizdo had this kind of generosity! "But Gwizdo", protested the young girl, "I already told you that I was leaving everything to you." "No", corrected Gwizdo, "It wasn't you who told us that, it was the big guy with the enormous moustache.”

“Is all that to celebrate our return?", asked Gwizdo, puzzled. "The day I celebrate you will be your departure", responded Jeanneline sarcastically. "No, it's for Zoria. She's coming to visit." Lian-Chu's face lit up when he heard the name of the young girl, who he himself had trained in the profession and liked very much. Gwizdo's face, however, winced in an angry grin. "Zoria?!? Are you nuts, Jeanneline? Why not invite all the other competition while you're at it? No, but it's true!" Jeanneline scowled and fixed her gaze on Gwizdo. "I'll have you know that Zoria is my daughter and that she is also Zaza's older sister. And first of all, if my Zoria became a dragon hunter, you only have yourselves to blame.”

“There, in the warmth of the sun, the protection of the woods, and with the lake as my constant companion, I was free to be my true self. In this place, grades and appearances were not measured, and love was not conditional. I was unshackled from the expectations of others, my spirit as light as the breeze off the lake. I became the golden girl reborn.”

“When we reached The Point, we would first feel the slimy, rough rock below our bellies, as if being lifted on the back of a whale. We would pull ourselves along the rock’s massive underwater surface, careful to not graze our hands or knees, then climb up above the water, standing tall beside the tower of rocks. We spent the rest of our time sliding down its slippery backside, over and over again—our own natural playground.”

“Late afternoons were for resting in the hammock that hung between the Three Sisters, my favourite trio of birch trees, a book resting on my chest. Other days, I would follow my imagination around our property, my bare feet sinking into pillows of soft moss and rough lichens as I climbed up rock faces or followed a path of fallen pine needles. I would name each plant and tree around me as I filled my pockets with acorns, my soles hardened by the end of the summer.”

“Sunny was a treat to read. It is most appealing as the story is very well done and the artwork is beautiful. I applaud the author for writing a book to meet the needs of very young children as well as children of elementary school age. I experienced many different feelings as I read the book and I know otehrs will experience the same thing. The guide to further discussion at the end of teh book will be most helpful as foster parents read this story to the children in their care.”

“Before he got too far, he thought he smelled a fire. No sooner did he blink before he sensed something dire. He heard a sound and froze, danger tickling his nose. His ears perked up as tiny cries of capture rose.”

“Kat held her head high as she met the King's eye. Her stare was bold, yet sweet, and it would not die. Gansevort looked down into these dark, green pools. And soon his tone softened as he bought her ruse.”

“It is only recently that fairy tale, fantasy, myth, have been thought of as being exclusively for children... These so-called children's stories are aware of what many adults have forgotten- that the daily, time-bound world of provable fact is the secondary world, the shadow world, and it is story, painting, song, which give us our glimpses of reality.”