Twelve years ago I was ten years old and I read a book called ‘Tuck Everlasting’ until it was so dark in my room that I could not see (hey, this is becoming a regular occurrence – maybe that is why my eyesight keeps getting worse), and it broke my heart.
What is the point of that statement?
I don’t know. I just felt like sharing it. It is a beautiful book, but I hear they made a less than average film based on it. I didn’t watch the film, never got round to it, really. Also, I feel like if I did, it would ruin the memory of the book for me.
It was one of those books that had a big impact on me because I think it was the first book to evoke real emotion. Before that it was the cheery chatter of Anne Shirley and Enid Blyton’s self righteous children.
Anyway. Here it is.