I Think Of Myself As An Enormously

Edward Knew What It Was Like To Say Over And Over Again The Names Of Those You Had Left Behind. He Knew What It Was Like To Miss Someone. And So He Listened. And In His Listening, His Heart Opened Wide And Then Wider Still. (page 103)

What Was It Like...to Have Someone Who Knew You Would Always Return And Who Welcomed You With Open Arms?

It Distresses Me That Parents Insist That Their Children Read Or Make Them Read. I Think The Best Way For Children To Treasure Reading Is For Them To See The Adults In Their Lives Reading For Their Own Pleasure.

I Don't Know What Alison [mcghee] Thinks, But I Very Strongly Doubt That We Will Ever See The Parents Of Bink Or Gollie. However, I Do Think It Would Be Fun To Make Tony Fucile Draw Portraits Of The Parental Units And Have Those Portraits Sitting On Bink's Mantel Or In Gollie's Kitchen. Glowering. A Little.

She Was Working To Remind Herself Of Who She Was. She Was Working To Remember That Somewhere In Another Place Entirely She Was Known And Loved.