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!
Showing posts with label Jane Yolen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jane Yolen. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Jane Yolen's The Acorn Quest

From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


Squirrelin smiled and put one paw over his heart. "My dear grandmother, a witch of some note, used to say that five-eighths of nonesense is sense. It's just up to the listener to sort it out."

From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


Stories Love Pictures

Monday, July 6, 2009

Jane Yolen's The Wild Hunt

From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive

"Jerold took down a big, heavy book from the third shelf and read it for about an hour without quite making out the point of it…The man, the horse, the hounds, and the tree person were all part of this Wild Hunt, though who or what they were hunting was never made clear in the book."

From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive


From White Rabbit's Book-Shelf Image Archive

Monday, February 16, 2009

Jane Yolen's Tam Lin



"The Queen of Fey found me and took me inside the green hill. I have lived there ever since. Believe me, in the Land of the Fey there is no old age…I am ten times sixteen, older than the oldest man alive outside the hill."

Jennet smiled. "That cannot be. Your face is young, your limbs are strong, and you are fair. What is your name?"
"I am called Tam Lin," he said.


"And then I'll be your own true love,
I'll turn a naked knight:
Then cover me with your green mantle,
And cover me out of sight."