As she spoke, the flames flickered. The smoke twisted into shapes: a horse, a flying ship, a key made of light. The bonfire did not burn the books. It melted into a fountain. Clear water bubbled up, and on each ripple, a sentence floated.
But Lavinia was different.
She had given every sound away—to the wind, to the waves, to the readers. pdf la increible historia de lavinia
Lavinia learned to read.