The War That Saved My Life (The War That Saved My Life, #1)

by Kimberly Brubaker Bradley

Then I did what I should have done to start with. I taught myself to walk.

The second day was worse. The second day my good foot and leg hurt too.

She was not a nice person, but she cleaned up the floor. She was not a nice person, but she bandaged my foot in a white piece of cloth, and gave us two of her own clean shirts to wear.

Miss Smith was not a nice person, but the bed she put us in was soft and clean, with smooth thin blankets and warm thicker ones.

Huh, I thought. Imagine dressing up tables. Imagine wasting cloth to dress up tables.

Every night after that, Jamie fell asleep with Bovril curled in his arms. He never wet the bed again.