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Às vezes os mais pequenos têm os sentimentos mais poderosos.
E as vozes mais débeis são as que são capazes de gritar mais alt.
Escondido num armário com os colegas de turma do primeiro ano e com a professora, Zach Taylor ouve tiros a ecoar pelos corredores da escola. Um homem armado entra no edifício, ceifando dezanove vidas e mudando uma comunidade outrora muito unida para sempre. Enquanto a mãe de Zach se dedica a fazer justiça junto dos pais do atirador, culpando-os pelos atos do filho, Zach enfia-se no seu esconderijo supersecreto para se embrenhar num mundo de livros e arte. Munido de uma capacidade de compreensão recém-adquirida, de um otimismo e de uma teimosia que só uma criança pode ter, Zach embarca numa viagem fascinante até à reconciliação e ao perdão, decidido a ajudar os adultos da sua vida a redescobrirem as verdades universais do amor e da compaixão de que tanto precisam para superar os momentos mais terríveis das suas vidas.
371 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 6, 2018
Lonely is when you want to be with someone instead, and it’s a sad feeling. Alone doesn’t have to be bad, because you can feel good when you’re alone. We decided we both like that sometimes, to be alone. My room used to be for alone, not lonely.
I don’t know what a soul looks like. Mommy said it’s all your feelings and thoughts and memories, and I thought maybe it looks like a bird or something with wings, like the wing on the charm Miss Russell gave me. I wondered if your soul still has your face when it goes up to heaven, because otherwise how do the people who love you who are already in heaven know it’s your soul and find you so you’re not lonely and you can be together?
Today started out like a normal day, but now it was all changed. And Andy wasn’t going to get in his bed anymore, so it would stay made nice.
“Heaven is for the souls of good people. The souls of bad people go somewhere else.”
He went straight from sleeping to dead, so I didn’t think he even noticed that he died. Sometimes at bedtime I think about that and I get scared to go to sleep, because what if I die when I’m sleeping and don’t even notice?
“Battle scars. Every man has to have some. Shows you’re not a wimp.”
I think sometimes you can make other people happy by letting them take care of you.
Yesterday we did all the things we did every Tuesday, because we didn't know that today a gunman was going to come.