Lark

“We’ve all been through a lot over the past few years. This book is my gift to anyone who wants to escape and sink into a world filled with kindness and enchantment.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“Always running through the fields or flinging herself upon the grass, where she would stay and stare at the too vast sky; or crossing barefoot through the stream, even in winter, to feel the sweet chill or biting cold, and then with the solemnity of a bishop she would relate to all assembled the highlights and humdrum moments of her days spent in the out of doors. To all of this one must add the faint sadness of a soul whose intelligence surpassed her perception and who—from the handful of clues, although weak, that were to be found everywhere, even in those protected places, however poor, in which she had grown up—already had an intimation of the world’s tragedies.”
― Muriel Barbery, The Life of Elves

“She didn’t really know anything about running a shop or magic or jam … But I do know books—and that meant there was nothing she couldn’t know, eventually. That was a magic in and of itself.”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop

“There is no such thing as a weed, that's a cruel term made up by people who label some plants as 'unwanted' and some as 'valuable', as if the worth of a living thing is measured by how useful it is to another living thing.
-Caz”
― Sarah Beth Durst, The Spellshop