Sunday, August 28, 2011

A Children's Book



I refused to read it for years.

My sister's favorite book.

"It's a children's book." I said. "I have more important things to read. Literature. Books with a Deeper Meaning. That book is about a child's toy."

I was wrong.

After two years of being told I should read it, I picked it up and read it cover to cover this morning.

And I cried. A lot.

I think it's a gift to be able to write beautifully while writing a book for kids. In a few words, the author said what others take hundreds of pages to say. I didn't have to delve in and explicate every line or color or symbol. The story was simple and touched my heart. So much in so few words. That's the sign of a true master.


Do yourself a favor. Read it. No, the rabbit doesn't walk (as the cover misleads you to think.) He can't move; he's a china rabbit.

And it truly is a miraculous 'Once.'

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