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149 pages, Paperback
First published April 30, 2009
The Sleeping Beauty woke:
The spit began to turn,
The woodmen cleared the brake,
The gardener mowed the lawn.
Woe's me! And must one kiss
Revoke the silent house, the birdsong wilderness?" (p. 13)
Reading is a passionate act. If you read a story not just with your head, but with your body and feelings and soul, the way you dance or listen to music, then it becomes your story. And it can mean infinitely more than any message. It can offer beauty. It can take you through pain. It can signify freedom. And it can mean something different every time you reread it.
I for one would like to be told explicitly just how a mouse could milk a goat.