![]() They seem to be saving the life of my one-year-old, who goes to daycare, cries for his parents, and then sits forlornly in the corner going through books until we pick him up. ![]() Whelan has, apparently, told the National Book Award committee, “Books saved my life…I think they save the lives of lots of children.” They saved my life when I was a kid, sitting alone and un-friended in the bully-filled schoolyard. Whelan likely doesn’t have to do) and mosquitoes (which drink my blood with vigour and leave welts), doesn’t it sound romantic? Other than the complete and utter drag of commuting (which I hate, but which Ms. Whelan lives “in the woods of northern Michigan,” and that she is a poet. The flyleaf of Angel on the Square states that Ms. Gloria Whelan seems to be a prolific writer – “her” section in the library is stuffed with cute little hardcovers with nice pictures and clever titles, such as Small Acts of Amazing Courage. ![]()
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