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.

"We are so few and they are so many. Where will we find room to bury them all?"

I liked it but the end was an odd epilogue. I loved the book enough to recommend. And I loved the interesting narrator.

"Yeah, I just don't see us getting through the evening without fighting a dragon. It's just that kind of night." - Sideways