This morning, I was reading Private Peaceful before I left for school. I glanced at my watch.
Okay, one more paragraph.
I read about Big Joe singing Oranges and Lemons in his attempt to pray for Molly.
I glanced at my watch.
Okay, one more paragraph.
And one more.
And one more.
I just about did not get late for my bus.
And so I decided to reread another favourite, The Butterfly Lion, which won my heart yet again.
Michael Morpurgo, as always, combines innocence with wisdom to enchant both the child and the adult in me. Love, loyalty and determination – all these are age-old values that Morpurgo never turns into meaningless cliches.
I know that as a writer, I shy away from stories which are pure and good. Yet, as a reader, I love these timeless tales. I love stories of goodness and nobility. When will I find the courage and maturity to write them?
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