As a person who has worked with the Foster Care system, this storyline grabs me by the throat. I found myself choking up as I read about the sorting of children, like socks, at Kringletown. Ryder didn’t deserve that. No child does.
The characters were beautifully written, and had you feeling for them as if they were your friends/family. The harsh environment of Avocado punctuated every life choice that Scrooge made. Again totally out of left field, and wonderful.
“Careful,” she said and held him back. “When I was young, on a summer evening like this, there were hundreds of fireflies. It was like we were walking among the stars. There aren’t so many now.”
The legend evolves, like the swirling snow of the Pole, telling a wonderful story of intrigue, loyalty and love. Brilliantly crafted, it drew from the many stories of Santa, weaving science and politics into the mix.
Sara Brunsvold is establishing herself as a skilled storyteller in her debut novel. Her book pays tribute to an underappreciated group of people who altered the cultural course of America during the difficult post-Vietnam War-era while also being a call-to-arms for Christians; reminding Christians there are opportunities to share God’s love through every moment and every meeting.
After Maa passed away from sudden heart failure six months ago, I found respite in the only place that has comforted me since childhood. I spent days and nights weeping and hugging every book she left me. I went over every single page of every single hand-me-down and wet them with my heartbroken tears...
Ever since we moved into the new apartment, I fervently desired to know - just once at least - what it felt like to be her son. Every morning sharp at 6 AM, Mummy would walk me down to the corner of the road to wait for the school bus to pick me up. It was at this corner that she would sit on the pavement with a basket selling vegetables.
After three hours of what seemed like a never ending journey, I reached my destination and alighted from the bus. I collected my change and noticed four children beckoning to me and greeted me warmly, beaming with smiles. I had a gut feeling that I should get them some snacks, so I did that with the money left with me.
In small village towns, villagers must beware the hungry child and its mother. Kind families, appalled at seeing a hungry child, have been known to invite the child and mother in and offer them a place to stay. They all eat their initial meal, and with much gratitude repeated to their host, they retire to sleep.
“Millie, I do believe this window is going to win the Tutty’s Port Halloween Window Fest award for ‘Best Window.’ We’ll hang the blue ribbon in the front window for all to see,” she said triumphantly.