The Book of Lost Things by John Connolly
Stories wanted to be read, David’s mother would whisper. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life.
Stories wanted to be read, David’s mother would whisper. They needed it. It was the reason they forced themselves from their world into ours. They wanted us to give them life.
But then a better thought occurred, and this was the one I carried away with me that day: If my life was to be just a single note in an endless symphony, how could I not sound it out for as long and as loudly as I could?
How many feelings can one heart hold?… Infinite, Luna thought. The way the universe is infinite. It is light and dark and endless motion; it is space and time, and space within space, and time within time. And she knew: there is no limit to what the heart can carry.
There was once a boy named Milo who didn’t know what to do with himself–not just sometimes, but always.
There is a right way to do things and a wrong way, if you’re going to run a hotel in a smugglers’ town.
I am no longer afraid of getting old. Indeed I can’t believe I ever said anything so stupid. So childish. So offensive and arrogant.
But mainly, so very, very stupid. I desperately want to grow old.
They all yelled in excitement. Tamara yelled because she was happy. Aaron yelled because he liked it when other people were happy, and Call yelled because he was sure they were going to die.
This is a classic Southern Coming of Age story that leaves book lovers feeling like they have already read it a hundred times. Yet they want to continue to read it again and again
Publisher: HarperCollins Narnia; Illustrated edition (October 26, 2004) Paperback : 784 pages ISBN: 978-0060598242 Thoughts: I fell in love with The Chronicles of Narnia in Fourth Grade and I don’t think there have been many years since that I haven’t come back and read these stories again. I love that there are layers and you will…