"...She would stand there, watching, and would find in the sky the disparate angels of her childhood. With one small hand she would wave good-bye. It was such a long time ago."
There were things to be afraid of in the woods at the end of Autumn Street. But the year she went to live in her grandfather's big house - when her father went off to fight in World War II - Elizabeth couldn't put a name to those dark, shadowy fears. She was grateful for the reassurance of Tatie's strong, enveloping brown arms which held her when she needed comforting, and she relished her friendship with Tatie's grandson, feisty and streetwise Charles, who called her dumb old Elizabeth but didn't mean it, and who taught her to take risks. Together the two lonely children tried to interpret for each other an adult world -which was always puzzling and often cruel. Together, finally, on a day when snow obscured everything but terror, they left that world behind them and entered the world that was waiting in the woods.
"Readers . . . will find this emotionally charged reverie understandable and unforgettable." -- Booklist, starred review ALA Notable Book Booklist Editors' Choice