She was a logical child, as far as children go. She did not understand how such a nice, kind, good God as the one they preyed to, could condemn the whole earth for sinfulness and flood it, or condemn his only Son to a disgusting death on behalf of everyone. This death did not seem to have done much good.
A surprising number of people - including many students of literature - will tell you they haven't really lived in a book since they were children.
I was no good at being a child.
You know, it's a truism that writers for children must still be children themselves, deep down, must still feel childish feelings, and a child's surprise at the world.
When I was a child - in wartime, pre-television - books were my life.
