Each story speaks wholeness and healing and wonder to the soul. I needed several tissues in each story to wipe away the tears: whether it was over Griffin’s misunderstanding that his baby sister had gone away because he didn’t love her enough or Perry’s mute solitude as he strives to understand why his mother would leave him in a suitcase stolen from a thrift shop and go to heaven without him.
“Felix had to find Alexander. He packed his torch into his suitcase and went out to look for Alexander. Felix climbed out of window, edged across to the drainpipe and slid down in to the garden.”