Once, in a house on Egypt Street, there lived a rabbit who was made almost entirely of china.
His name was Edward Tulane....first.
He is like you and me. Different, but similar enough in the sense of indifference to the routine of our lives. One such is in the department of emotions. Of Love.
We receive love from others, but do we always return it?
Edward knew what it was like to say over and over again the names of those you had left behind. He knew what it was like to miss someone.
I have been loved, Edward told the stars. So? said the stars. What difference does that make when you are all alone now?
I have learned how to love. And it's a terrible thing. I'm broken. My heart is broken. Help me.
The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane