
Even now it seems as if I remember the words that begin this book: I know a village where you would like to live. I would like to live there, too. The streets run up hill and down hill...and there are flowers in every garden." That may not be exactly right, but it's very close. The book recounted the adventures of Alice and Jerry. I think there was an old man named Ned. One chapter toward the end of the book told of blueberries growing by the sea. The boy actually gathered blueberries. I dreamed of blueberries, I longed forblueberries, I lusted afterblueberries. Many many years later, when I finally did taste a blueberry, it was a big disappointment. There is a lesson to be learned here. If you find it, you win -- a box of -- you guessed it -- blueberries!
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