A picture of an old-looking book with stamps on it and old photographs behind it

When she was a little girl, her dad used to read to her from a big book of fairy tales. They were the real thing, Grimm, not Disney. And some of them were grim. Her mother disapproved: “Such stuff! You’ll give the poor girl nightmares.” But Molly loved them, the stranger the better. There was darkness and death and plenty of wickedness, sure, but it was no worse than the nightly news. And there was magic, too—spells and powers, transformations and wishes granted. That was what Molly loved, what she remembered best about those stories. When Cinderella planted a branch on her mother’s grave and watered it with her tears, a magic tree grew.

The Girl Who Threw Butterflies

 

 

Links

Below you will find links to some of Mick's favorite real-life people, places, and things as they appear on Internet.

Pointing fingerFavorite Bookstore

                    Talking Leaves
 

Pointing fingerFavorite Photographer

                    K.C. Kratt
 

Pointing fingerFavorite College Creative Writing Program

                    Canisius College
 

Pointing fingerFavorite Publisher of Books for Young Readers

                    Random House

 

Pointing fingerFavorite Pop Music Cult

                    Hussalonia
 

Pointing fingerRecommended Authors