The moon is coming up behind the aspens. It is as big as a pumpkin and as orange. The winds are cool, the stars are like electric light bulbs. I am just inside the doorway, with my turtle-shell lamp burning so that I can see to write this.
Something is moving beyond the second hemlock. [My hawk] Frightful is very alert, as if there are things moving all around us. Halloween was over at midnight last night, but for us it is just beginning. That’s how I feel, anyhow …
My Side of the Mountain, by Jean Craighead George, p. 97
Out of Babel 
Nice.
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That was such a fantastic book. I am so glad she never wrote any sequels and ruined the perfection of this one.
;-/
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I thought she did, and it did ruin it, and you reviewed the book on your site? Or was that sequel written by someone else?
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I was being sarcastic. Sorry that didn’t come through.
The internet needs a sarcasm emoji or font or something.
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Oh, my fault. Probably, the problem is that I tend to check my blog, read, and reply to comments too late at night.
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