I sit by my open back door, in the late afternoon with a slow steady rain making a hissing sound as it falls through the trees. I have just closed the cover of the first young adult novel I’ve read in many, many years. I sigh. I think “wow”. I didn’t have to be thirteen to identify, cry, and feel such pain right along with Salamanca Hiddle in “Walk Two Moons”. Sharon Creech weaves and crafts two stories that are really one in the most sensitive manner possible. For example:
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