Friday, October 3, 2014

Goodnight Moon, Goodnight June

“What is childhood without stories? And how will children fall in love with stories without bookstores? You can't get that from a computer.” 

Fans of You've Got Mail can unite over this one.

Goodnight June is the story of a woman's journey to save her aunt's beloved bookstore against all odds.  June returns to her childhood city of Seattle after many years away to close the estate of her aunt. She returns to Bluebird Books, her aunt's bookstore with the green curtains reminiscent of Goodnight Moon. But does the connection to this classic book stop at the curtains? This is the story of our love of books and literature; the fictional account of how Goodnight Moon came to be. 

As she prepares to sell the property, June discovers letters of correspondence between her aunt and Margaret Wise Brown, beloved children's author. It is not accident that these letters are hidden with clues from book to book. They are meant to be seen by her. 

Margaret Wise Brown scribbled her stories on scraps of paper; the remnants of her dreams at night. It is not too far of a stretch to imagine this sacred friendship between June's aunt and Brown. Their comforting words of support to one another are the classic exchange of support and affection amongst life-long friends. Suddenly selling the bookstore and returning to a thankless job in New York City isn't such an easy decision after all. There are discoveries to be made.

The secrets of these friends come unraveled before June's eyes and lead her to a truth that she has knowingly avoided for many years. Could these letters be the key to saving the bookstore? Are there more mysteries hidden in the well-loved pages of books shelved throughout the store? 

                                           Will the sun set on Bluebird Books as well?

“We're each given one life, and it's our job to make it useful, beautiful, and fulfilling. There is no value in suffering through it, doing something we hate. There's no prize at the end for that kind of endurance. Just a spent life.” 

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