How some pre-teens lose their minds for boy bands, rock stars, and hot celebrities, I always lost my marbles for Beau. It all started when he climbed a tree to save my cat. I was eight. He was ten. He’d kissed me on the cheek. He’d wiped my tears. He’d held my hand. He’d hugged me close. He was my hero. He’d saved my cat.
-Penny Reid
Select a background
More quotes by Penny Reid
Popular Authors
A curated listing of popular authors.