The Girl Who Drank The Moon by Kelly Barnhill
“She was eleven, after all. She was both even and odd. She was ready to be many things at once—child, grown-up, poet, engineer, botanist, dragon. The list went on.”
I love magical realism, coming of age novels, fairytales, poetry. If you do too here’s a must read. I enjoyed every bit of it.
Sharing my favorite song from Highway Companion to close out the week.
Take good care all!
Wheatland, California
That Friday feeling.
Night is a curious child, wandering
Between earth and sky, creeping
In windows and doors, daubing
The entire neighborhood
With purple paint.
Frank Marshall Davis
A discarded children’s book I came upon. The cover promised amusement but I’m not so sure.
Maybe you had to be there.
