Louis's Gran has a rich molasses voice and good alive smell: "Lilacs, with a whiff of bleach." They sit close in Gran's carved hickory chair, reading and telling each other stories. And they play hide-and-seek with the rest of the family. Louis knows Gran so well, he feels he can even see her, though he's been blind since birth.

He knows her so well that it carries him through the very worst moments, when Gran is gone, and when Louis seems to be forgotten.

Here is a story that shows how what is important runs deeper and truer than what can merely be seen. Read it with someone you love.

From the dust jacket