its a beautiful, simple book that talks to you about hope and miracle, of kites and love, of strange houses and butter scones and a school boy's need for freedom.
In my quest to stock up on books for Ankita, just in case she loves books as much as her mother, I have managed to:
a) stumble upon hitherto unread authors
b) bought more books than there is space in the house
but what the heck no? you can never have too many books. and am still not hooked on to reading online.
