SuperBowl Sunday. We're sitting on the couch, nine-year-old Nick between Mark and me. I'm knitting, Nick is reading; only Mark is giving his full attention to the game. At some point, I look over Nick's shoulder and see the arresting illustration from Bridge to Terabithia: a silhouette of Jess's father holding his shattered son, who has just learned of his best friend's death. I put my arm around Nick.
"It's sad there, isn't it?"
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Monday, February 26, 2007
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I really liked your column.
ReplyDeleteI've been meaning to reread BTT since you read from it for banned books day. Maybe I'll read it instead of doing work tonight - for a good cry, along with some power vinyasa...