Sara not only could tell stories, but she adored telling them. When she sat or stood in the midst of a circle and began to invent wonderful things, her green eyes grew big and shining, her cheeks flushed, and, without knowing that she was doing it, she began to act and made what she told lovely or alarming by the raising or dropping of her voice, the bend and sway of her slim body, and the dramatic movement of her hands. She forgot that she was talking to listening children; she saw and lived with the fairy folk, or the kings and queens and beautiful ladies, whose adventures she was narrating. Sometimes when she had finished her story, she was quite out of breath with excitement, and would lay her hand on her thin, little, quick-rising chest, and half laugh as if at herself.
Kjent og kjær barneklassiker fra Frances Hodgson Burnett, som også skrev The secret garden og Little Lord Fauntleroy. Jeg må dog innrømme at jeg faktisk ikke har lest boken før nå, men jeg kjenner historien godt etter å ha sett to forskjellige filmatisering av denne boken flere ganger i løpet av barndommen.
Flere smakebiter finner dere hos Flukten fra virkeligheten.