Dear Lake, When I think of you, I think of rocks hiding under the waves, like secrets. Remember me, you friend Rosie? Remember me? It's a morning for such questions, still dark beyond the frosty window. On the sill are some rocks from last summer at the lake. They're cold now. Rosie slips her... read more
We’re hiding the errata, movie connections, books that influenced this book, books influenced by this book, books that cite this book and books cited by this book sections. If you would like to add content to them, you must first make them visible.