One of my favorites (and I really have to limit it to one, before I quote the whole book) was how a hug was described as "…arms around us both like string around a package." But when Mama adds a new word to her limited vocabulary, Heidi is determined to find the truth behind it.Įvery sentence was so beautiful, so powerful, yet so stripped down - no extra words, no flowery language weighing it down. Heidi learns from Bernie, who home-schools her, that you can't tell the color of an animal by its bones, so we'll never know what color dinosaurs actually were. … But that was a long time ago, before I knew what I know now about both dinosaur skin and the truth." The opening lines had me hooked: "If truth was a crayon and it was up to me to put a wrapper around it and name its color, I know just what I would call it - dinosaur skin. Bernie provides for them the best she can, however, what she can provide is limited, because she is agoraphobic. Heart-warming and touching without being sentimentalĪ young teen, Heidi, lives with her mentally disabled mother, who only knows a select amount of words, and who thinks her own name is "So Be It." Their caring neighbor, Bernie, took them under her wing when Heidi was just a week old. It, loved to make lists, I thought I would start my review that way.
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