This is what he looks like: dark lustrous hair and big curious eyes, cinnamon or chocolate eyes, eyes like phosphorescence.That's the first sentence of the first paragraph, but I much prefer the first sentence of the second paragraph.
The night he was conceived, it rained.That sentence made me smile. I have liked Beth Kephart's writing for years. Although I got this book from the library once before, I had to return it before I got around to reading it. Here's what it's about:
Kids today seem to be under more competitive pressure than ever, while studies show that reading, writing, and the arts in schools are suffering. Is there any place for imagination in kids' lives anymore? In a dog-eat-dog world, why dream things that aren't there? Through personal stories, Beth Kephart resoundingly affirms the imagination as the heart of our ability to empathize with others, to appreciate the world, and to envision possibilities for the future. The star of her story is once again her son, Jeremy (as in her National Book Award-nominated A Slant of Sun), now fourteen years old ― a child who at first resists storytelling, preferring more objective and orderly pursuits, but later leads a neighborhood book club/writing group and aspires to follow Steven Spielberg into moviemaking.
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