Alice (The Chronicles of Alice, #1)

by Christina Henry

It made Alice realize how much of life was full of empty stuff, objects longed for because the hope of them made your small life seem bigger, better, brighter.

Life is not much like stories, Alice thought. Still, her life had a giant talking rabbit in it, and she didn’t think that was very common.

“Cheshire,” Alice said. “I suppose I ought to thank you.” “No need for thanks, no need,” Cheshire said. “I said I ought to thank you. I didn’t say I would.”