Noelle’s Reviews > Candle Island > Status Update

I know I just read this, but this time it’s for school, I swear 😭😂

She opened the box. Reached in. And lifted out a gleaming bell.. "Hang it wherever you like," he said. "In the open, if you want to hear it often. Somewhere protected if you don't. Up to you." I…swung it gently.
The single note that rose from it was pure violet. A shivering, silvery, silky violet that climbed the air in tendrils, weaving itself into the rafters overhead like a morning glory.
Who writes like this??

“I missed him the way the shore misses the sea when the tide goes out.
But when I picked up my paintbrush, when I loaded it with paint, when I touched that color to the canvas, my tide came back in. And my father along with it.
Being sad was part of my life. But so was he.”