El hogar de Miss Peregrine para niños peculiares de Ransom Riggs
I sparked with excitement -not only at her touch, but at the thought of the day that lay ahead, full of endless possibility. Though in a million superficial ways it would be identical to the day before -the same breeze would blow and the same tree limbs would fall- my experience of it would be new. So would the peculiar children's. They were the gods of this strange little heaven and I was their guest.