Moths


A Girl of the Limberlost (Limberlost, #2)
The Sister
Prodigal Summer
Peterson Field Guide To Moths Of Northeastern North America
Discovering Moths: Nighttime Jewels in Your Own Backyard
Moth Dark
The Knight and the Moth (The Stonewater Kingdom, #1)
Heartless Hunter (The Crimson Moth, #1)
What's Inside a Caterpillar Cocoon?: And Other Questions About Moths & Butterflies
The Moth Keeper
Meetings with Moths: Discovering their Mystery and Extraordinary Lives
Emperors, Admirals and Chimney Sweepers: The names of British butterflies
Sphingidae Mundi: Hawk Moths of the World
Moth & Butterfly: Ta Da!
The Woolly Bear Caterpillar
The Very Hungry Caterpillar by Eric CarleTen Little Caterpillars by Bill Martin Jr.Butterfly Butterfly by Petr HoráčekA Butterfly Is Patient by Dianna Hutts AstonWaiting for Wings by Lois Ehlert
Picture Books About Butterflies
146 books — 30 voters

James and the Giant Peach by Roald DahlDragonfly in Amber by Diana GabaldonThe Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk KiddThe Metamorphosis [Franz Kafka] by Franz KafkaThe Diving Bell and the Butterfly by Jean-Dominique Bauby
Swarming In A Soup Bowl
184 books — 10 voters
Love in the Time of Global Warming by Francesca Lia BlockThe Adoration of Jenna Fox by Mary E. PearsonTo Come and Go Like Magic by Katie Pickard FawcettFaerie Wars by Herbie BrennanThe Diabolic by S.J. Kincaid
YA Butterflies
73 books — 19 voters

Joanne Harris
The young Prince arrived in this world, lost and very frightened. The thread he had followed was broken, and he had no means of spinning another. His friend, the Spider Mage, was too far away to hear his cries, and this world of cruelty and noise was too much for him. Even the air was unbreathable. And so he crept into World Below, and wept to himself in the darkness. As he wept, his grief was so great that he broke into a cloud of butterflies and moths, each one a fragment of himself, that scat ...more
Joanne Harris, The Moonlight Market

Holly Black
He doesn't fall like the others. Instead of blood pouring from his wound, red moths stream out, in to the air. They rush out of him so quickly that in a moment, the High King's body is gone and there are just those red moths, swirling up in to the air in a vast cloud, a tornado of soft wings. But whatever magic made them does not last. They begin to fall until they are scattered across the dais like blown leaves. The High King Eldred is, impossibly, dead. ...more
Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

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