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“She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.”
This quote really captures the main character and illustrates one of the primary reasons why I love this book:
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She ought to be happy to see him and part of her was—she’d missed him every single day. But this felt less like he’d come to rescue her and more like he hadn’t trusted her to take care of herself. A fine line. She ought to be grateful, but she didn’t need to be rescued. He didn’t understand, and now somehow she had to tell him he couldn’t leave.
-Refuge of Dragons (Voices of Dragons #2) by Carrie Vaughn
Happy International Workers Day and Labor Day!
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When they were dressed, they leaped and bounced around the room, singing, “Now we’re elves so fine to see, no longer cobblers we will be.” They jumped over chairs, raced around the shop and finally ran out the door. The click and clack of their new shoes echoed through the streets.
From that time on, the little elves were not seen again. But the shoemaker and his wife lived a long and happy life.
–The Elves and the Shoemaker, a retelling of a story written by the Brothers Grimm, illustrated by Jim LaMarche
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“Joints straining, she edged another few inches up the rock. Then a few more. Her hands were dry with chalk, cracked and bloody. Her lips were chapped. Her whole body was sweaty. The sun was baking down on an unseasonably warm day. But really, this was bliss. Just her body and the rock, with nothing but the sound of a few birds and the nearby creek tumbling down the hillside.”
–Voices of Dragons by Carrie Vaughn
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“Pity and sympathy were such a waste. I’d been held in the hand of God. Her light was cast on everything now. I saw beauty everywhere, felt beauty everywhere. I was happier and more alive than I had ever been.“
–Dancing at the Shame Prom: Sharing the Stories That Kept Us Small
From the Introduction: “We invite you to join us at the Shame Prom—a place where we wear our ugly dresses, then shed them. Where we parade our shame in public, dance it around on our arm, and take awkward pictures with it. But afterward, we’re not going to roll around in the backseat making out with it. This time, we’re breaking up with Shame and driving off into the sunset, stronger in knowing that we are connected at the deepest, most human level. So put on your tiaras, people. Let’s get this party started.”
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““Sometimes,” he says, sliding his arm across my shoulders, “people just want to be happy, even if it’s not real.” He’s right. Even now, this peace between us comes from not talking about things—about Will, or my parents, or me almost shooting him in the head, or Marcus. But I do not dare to disturb it with the truth, because I am too busy clinging to it for support.”
–Insurgent (Divergent Book 2)
