The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.
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I replied to your email -- *Thanks so much* Wendy and Hachette Book Group! I look forward to reading Raising the Dead :)
ReplyDeleteCongrats! ... and Happy weekend (well, soon... lol)
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