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There are only three things that matter to twelve-year-old Alice Alexis Queensmeadow: Mother, who wouldn't miss her; magic and color, which seem to elude her; and Father, who always loved her. The day Father disappears from Ferenwood he takes nothing but a ruler with him. But it's been almost three years since then, and Alice is determined to find him. She loves her father even more than she loves adventure, and she's about to embark on one to find the other. But bringing Father home is no small matter. In order to find him she'll have to travel through the mythical, dangerous land of Furthermore, where down can be up, paper is alive, and left can be both right and very, very wrong. It will take all of Alice's wits (and every limb she's got) to find Father and return home to Ferenwood in one piece. On her quest to find Father, Alice must first find herself--and hold fast to the magic of love in the face of loss.

Año de publicación:2016

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[...] and she looked up at the sky and wondered, as she closed her eyes, how this small, cluttered world had managed to make room for all her happiness.

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And because she was a girl made of more heart than hurt, she forgave him on the condition that he, too forgive her.

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He did not understand that a broken heart long untended would eventually cease to beat.

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So she couldn't have know then that Oliver's lies were motivated not by cruelty, but by fear. Fear of rejection, of abandonment, of interminable loneliness. There was very little she knew about his interior life, simply because she'd never asked.

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Love, it turned out, could both hurt and heal. Strange.

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[...] but to be different was to be extraordinary, and to be extraordinary was an adventure. It no longer mattered how the world saw her; what mattered was how she saw herself.

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She knew that being different would always be difficult; she knew that there was no magic that would erase narrowmindness or iron out the inequities in life. But she was also beginning to learn that life was never lived in absolutes.

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In fact, it struck her as silly now, to be bothered by her missing colors. What did it matter what she looked like when she had purpose?

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"You're an artist." He smiled. "You can paint the world with the color inside of you".

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But Alice underestimated the space she took up in the hearts and minds of those she met and she had no way of knowing how her absence would affect the ones she loved.

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[...] and when their eyes met, they both apologized. Regrets and reconciliations, all at once. [...] Then she slipped her hand in his and held on tight.

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Love had made her fearless, and wasn't it strange? It was so much easier to fight for another than it was to fight for oneself.

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It was a silly thing to do, talking to butterflies. Falling in love was their favorite way to pass the time.

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But just because I know you're not lying doesn't make it any easier for me to believe you.

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They stood there awhile, the two of them, chest heaving as they glared at each other. Each was fighting a difficult personal battle, and both were too proud to share aloud their pain.

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