There Can Be No Joy Without Gratitude.

The Further Along We Get On Our Life Journey The More We Wonder About Those Who Traveled Before Us And Paved The Road.

We Carry Around In Our Heads These Pictures Of What Our Lives Are Supposed To Look Like, Painted By The Brush Of Out Intentions. It's The Great, Deep Secret Of Humanity That In The End None Of Our Lives Look The Way We Thought They Would. As Much As We Wish To Believe Otherwise, Most Of Life Is A Reaction To Circumstances.

So Much Of Young Adult Literature Has Turned Dark, Almost Pathological. It's Almost As If There Is A Race To See Who Can Be The Most Dysfunctional.

Like All Living Things, Love, Too, Struggles Against Hardship, And In The Process Sheds Its Fatuous Skin To Expose One Composed Of More Than Just A Storm Of Emotion-one Of Loyalty And Divine Friendship. And Though It May Be Temporarily Blinded By Adversity, It Never Gives In Or Up, Holding Tight To Lofty Ideals That Transcend This Earth And Time- While Its Counterfeit Simply Concludes It Was Mistaken And Quickly Runs Off To Find The Next Real Thing.

There Are Far Too Many People For Us To Think About Each Of Them During Our Short Stay On Earth—like The Thousands Of Books In A Library We Haven’t Time To Read In An Afternoon. But This Is No Excuse To Cease Browsing. For Every Now And Then, We Find That One Book That Reaches Us Deep Inside And Introduces Us To Ourselves. And, In Someone Else’s Story, We Come To Understand Our Own.