The bishop looked all cross and muttered 'What? What?' and he shouted 'LILAC SHROVE?' as if he had never heard of either of those names in his life. And not as if he felt they were both beautiful names that he'd just never thought of before, either. I nodded and he went really purple and said, very slowly, 'Shrove is not the name of a saint.' I was scarlet. ------ Sometimes, ten-year-old Lilac feels as if she spends her life going from one mortifying event to the next, with barely a pause between. Even things that are meant to be fun, like her birthday party, end up turning her pink with...