Darkestwings Reads

I watched the early morning light pass over and through the windows of colored glass, leaving streaks of red and green and yellow on the stone floor. When I was little, I used to try to capture the colored light. I thought I could hold it in my hand and carry it home. Now I know it is like happiness — it is there or it is not, you cannot hold it or keep it.

– Karen Cushman, Catherine, Called Birdy, page 108

Version:
Paperback, 212 pages
Published March 31st 1995 by HarperCollins