Kindle Notes & Highlights
It feels like home, in a strange way. As if there is a little slice of Neverland surrounding Wendy Darling’s small cottage.
Sometimes Peter and I would race—even though I knew he would win—and we would touch the flowers as we ran so a trail of light followed behind us.
Peter is a danger that you find yourself drawn to. Even when you know it could mean putting yourself at risk, you will always find yourself reaching for his hand when he offers it.
try to imagine Neverland one last time. The meadow of wildflowers, Peter’s laugh dancing through the air, and the scent of lilac and honey curling around us as the sun goes down and the ground grows cool.
This doesn’t make me feel closer to Neverland. He does. His presence is the closest to the realm I will ever be. He is the soul of it. Even when we were in Neverland, I didn’t feel the comfort of home until I was relaxed around him.
He looks at me as if I am one of the stars.
