I have too many books that have been sitting for too long, waiting their turn to be read. This poor book has spent 1 1/2 years on the shelf, and I decided it was time to get it ready to find a new reader with more time for it.

I read a little of this book once while waiting between classes when I borrowed a book, and so picked this copy up at the library's booksale, but never really felt like picking it back up. I think it might resonate more with someone closer to Zlata's age.

Left on a bench outside the dog wing.