Today I stayed home to read in my bedroom. I chose The Little White Bird because it’s terribly lovely and always makes me feel better. Peter is so sweet and gentle and not at all boastful in the way he is when he finds himself his Lost Boys. He asks Maimie to teach him how to be afraid. Oh Peter.
But even more, I love Porthos in the toyshop (he makes me laugh, until I sort of fall off the bed).
And David and Timothy.
Sometimes I feel a tiny bit horrible talking about loving the Peters and the Wendies.
Because really, I should be talking about the man who made them breathe.
So, I love James Matthew Barrie most of all.
He is living inside my smallest locket,
(but don’t worry, there’s still space for You).