My sister-in-law gave a copy of Trumpet of the Swan to my son for Christmas - I wasn't sure if he would be as excited to read it as some of the more contemporary books he has enjoyed lately, full of monster slayings, fierce battles and heady page-turning mystery. But he has, he has loved every word. My husband has been reading it to him before bed and it just so happened that last night they reached the end. I got to hear the final sentence and was reminded of two things I needed reminding of - first that the light returns with the day. The light returns. And second, that there is room and there is need for all kinds of stories.
