“How do you press a wildflower into the pages of an e-book?”
“How do you scroll down?""I don't, I turn the page. It's a book.""Do you blog with it?""No, it's a book.”
“The tree leaves rustled like that noise e-books make when you turn the page.”
“Do you suppose she's a wildflower?”
“Want to read my most favorites books? They are Wildflowers, Bridie's Daughter, and Secrets! You'll be glad you did!”
“Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times?" Mo had said..."As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells...and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.”