Robin S. (Terabithia) - reviewed on 6/9/2007 + 71 more book reviews

When the music started up and I counted the opening bars under my breath, waiting for the downbeat, it suddenly came to me. The rough, distempered floorboards seemed to disappear from under me, my feet barely brushed them, and I flew. It was all airy and feathery, like walking on water, like skimming over clouds. I was kicking and twirling in a new, airy element, flying in time with the music into a different world, where weight didn't matter, where gravity didn't exist....

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