As we grow older, we tend to think of childhood as a golden time, when the hours poured through our fingers like water, glistening and plentiful. Summers were especially wonderful, those days when school was out and there was nothing to do but play. But when we call up specific memories, they never seem quite so golden; our friends never seem quite such good friends; and there are terrors that we have worked hard to forget. Perhaps that’s why so many books have been written about that time when we transition from childhood to young adulthood,
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COMMENT Very glad that you're as excited about it as I am, Marion! 😱👻🎃👹🧟🧛🕷️🦇 🕸️⚰️
Oh ,hurray! Hurray, hurray! It's Shocktober!
[…] Fiction (Fantasy Literature) – Now, just as there is a world of difference between the African novels of H. Rider…
The black, white and blue is VERY striking, and carries the sense of a night sky and mystery.
Thanks, Kat, great input!