As a tiny little girl of less than 22lbs, Author Lois Lowry remembers being paraded out like a party trick by her grandfather to recite to his fancy dinner guests the long, and rather boring poem that he loved and that she had memorized. Years later, while in college, she receives one-half of one percent of the estate of one of the now deceased guests from that long-ago party … who, as it turns out, was a very wealthy man. She buys a baby blue Pontiac, leaves college, and drives to California. She says loving poetry that early in life paid off in many ways, some more surprising than others.
