Bookish

In my effort to make this blog more book related.

What? You didn't know I was trying to do that? Yeah, it's hard to tell because I never ever post. Sorry.

A quote from one of my favorite childhood books, Maniac Magee by Jerry Spinelli.

Dreams pursued memories, courted and danced and coupled with them and they became one, and the gaunt, beseeching phantoms that called to him had the rag-wrapped feet of Washington’s regulars and the faces of his mother and father and Aunt Dot and Uncle Dan and the Beales and Earl Grayson. In that bedeviled army there would be no more recruits. No one else would orphan him.

The second evening came and went. Maniac never stirred. Knowing it would not be fast or easy, and wanting, deserving nothing less, grimly, patiently he waited for death.”