The first chapter book in the beloved Boxcar Children series is now available as a full-color graphic novel! Four brave siblings were searching for a home – and found a life of adventure! See where the Boxcar Children's story all began in this exciting graphic novel perfect for young readers.Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny are brothers and sisters. They're orphans too, and the only way they can stay together is to make it on their own. When the children find an abandoned boxcar in the woods, they decide to call it home—and become the Boxcar Children!This beautifully illustrated graphic novel brings Gertrude Chandler Warner's timeless tale to life for a new generation, championing the Alden siblings' journey of courage, resilience, and the enduring power of family. This exciting story will enchant both new readers and longstanding fans of the series, making it a treasured addition to any bookshelf.What started as a single story about the Alden Children has delighted readers for generations and sold more than 80 million books worldwide. The Boxcar Children® series continues to inspire children to learn, question, imagine, and grow.

A book-length sequence of poems that dares to affirm the vast variety of emotional colors in loss and rejuvenation. After her husband’s death, Molly Peacock realized she was not living the received idea of a widow’s mauve existence but instead was experiencing life in all colors. These gorgeous poems—joyful, furious, mournful, bewildered, sexy, devastated, whimsical and above all, moving—composed in sonnet sequences and in open forms, designed in four movements (After, Before, When. and Afterglow), illuminate both the role of the caregiver and the crystalline emotions one can experience after the death of a cherished partner. With her characteristic virtuosity, her fearless willingness to confront even the most difficult emotions, and always with buoyancy and zest, Peacock charts widowhood in the twenty-first century. From “”After you died, I felt you next to me,and over months you entered graduallyinto that lake and disappeared. Not gone,but so internalized you’re not next to me.