I Do Love The Beginning Of The Summer Hols,' Said Julian. They Always Seem To Stretch Out Ahead For Ages And Ages.' 'they Go So Nice And Slowly At First,' Said Anne, His Little Sister. 'then They Start To Gallop.
I Thought ["summer Sisters" ] Would Be A Children's Book - Two Girls Who Summer Together From Very Different Backgrounds. And Then When It Just Kept Going And Going And Going. They Kept Getting Older.
Kids Should Read Whatever They Want To Read. So I'm Hoping That Just Like 15-year-olds Read "summer Sisters," I'm Hoping That They'll Read This.
[with "summer Sisters" The Publisher] Sent Me On A Big Book Tour. And It Was The Most Wonderful Professional Experience Of My Life. I Mean It Was Like Kleenex On Every Table Wherever I Was, Friends Patting Friends On The Back And They'd Cry And I'd Cry.
"summer Sisters" Was Actually Was A Huge Influence On "girls" Because It Was The First Thing I Ever Consumed That Sort Of Looked At The Way That Female Friendship Can Be Glorious And Can Be Complicated And Can Be So Like A Worse Betrayal Than Something Romantic And It Just Showed These Archetypes Of Femininity Than Totally Sort Of Individuated Them And Exploded Them.
"summer Sisters" Is Probably My Least Autobiographical Book. The Whole Idea Started With Rowing Down The Pond. And I Heard An Explosion. I Don't Like Sudden Loud Noises. They Scare Me. And Then All These People Came Running Down The Hill And Jumped In The Water In Their Finery And A Bride And Groom Was With Them, And That's Where It All Started.
When I Was A Little Kid, Of Course, I Was Brown All Summer. That's Because I Was Free As A Bird- Nothing To Do But Catch Bugs All Day.
Many A Person Has Been Saved From Summer Alcoholism, Not To Mention Hypertoxicity, By Dostoyevsky.
I Came Back Out Here From England And I Was There For A While And It Was Beautiful And It Is Just Great To See London Going From Spring To Summer And Autumn.
How Sweet I Roamed From Field To Field, And Tasted All The Summer's Pride, Till I The Prince Of Love Beheld, Who In The Sunny Beams Did Glide!
But To Go To School In A Summer Morn, O! It Drives All Joy Away; Under A Cruel Eye Outworn, The Little Ones Spend The Day In Sighing And Dismay.
O Thou Who Passest Through Our Valleys In Thy Strength, Curb Thy Fierce Steeds, Allay The Heat That Flames From Their Large Nostrils! Thou, O Summer, Oft Pitchest Here Thy Golden Tent, And Oft Beneath Our Oaks Hast Slept, While We Beheld With Joy Thy Ruddy Limbs And Flourishing Hair.
