
For if I don't document our world right now, on this ambiguously stained paper, with my fading pen, in my delirious left-handed penmanship, we will risk fading into the foam of history without mention.
For if I don't document our world right now, on this ambiguously stained paper, with my fading pen, in my delirious left-handed penmanship, we will risk fading into the foam of history without mention.
And absolutely beautiful book about a young child's loss. The message of comfort she receives from everyone assures her that her mother will be remembered. Completely gorgeous illustrations accompany.
I liked it but the end was an odd epilogue. I loved the book enough to recommend. And I loved the interesting narrator.