Almond, David books

My Name Is Mina

No stars. Mist is hanging in the street. Frost is glittering. “IT’S SUPPOSED TO BE SPRING!” I want to yell. “SO GET LOST, FROST!” An owl hoots, from the direction of Mr. Myers’s house. It hoots again, and something hoots in answer. Owls. I feel so close to them. I share a home with them. “Good ni...