Take a Peek at the Book-Shelf

Imagine you're Mary Ann, the White Rabbit's housemaid- sneaking peeks at the books he's got upon the shelf. You don't bother with words...it's the pictures that capture your eye. Neglect your dusting! Take one off the shelf, snuggle in his cozy chair, and make your own stories up. The White Rabbit's calling for you but you're lost in another world. He can get his own gloves!

This blog is dedicated to fantasy picture books, magical pockets of paint and ink. You won't find savory intellectual reviews here--only sweet tasty tidbits of what's on my shelf, and the occassional visitor from public and private libraries.

Recommendations, questions, comments (even book reviews) are always welcome!
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Sunday, July 5, 2009

Charles Vess' Book of Ballads

From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


“As I was walking all alone, I heard twa corbies making their moan, The one unto the other did say, ‘Where shall we go and dine this day’”

From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive
From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive

"Many a one for him makes moan, But none shall know where he is gone; O'er his white bones, where they are bare, The wind shall blow for evermair."

Stories Love Pictures

Saturday, January 3, 2009

J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens





"Poor little Peter Pan! he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly...the reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings."



"It was to the island that Peter now flew to put his strange case before old Solomon Caw...

'How many of your toes are thumbs?' said Solomon a little cruelly, and Peter saw to his consternation, that all his toes were fingers.

The shock was so great that it drove away his cold...

'I suppose,' said Peter huskily, 'I suppose I can still fly?'

You see he had lost faith.

'Poor little half-and-half!' said Solomon who was not really hard-hearted, 'you will never be able to fly again, not even on windy days. You must live here on the island always.'"



"You see he had no one to tell him how children really play, for the fairies are all more or less in hiding until dusk, and so know nothing, and though the birds pretend that they could tell him a great deal, when the time for telling came, it was wonderful how little they really knew."

Stories Love Pictures