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 Maurice Sendak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Maurice Sendak. Show all posts

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Frank R. Stockton's The Griffin and the Minor Canon


"Over the great door of an old, old church, which stood in a quiet town of a faraway land, there was carved in stone the figure of a large griffin...a great many plans were proposed to prevent the Griffin from coming into the town...someone said it would be a good thing to destroy the stone image so that the Griffin would have no excuse for entering the town..."

"...When the Griffin found that the Minor Canon had left town, he seemed sorry, but showed no disposition to go and look for him...The griffin now thought that he ought to visit the sick and the poor; and he began to go about the town for that purpose. The effect upon the sick was miraculous. All, except those who were very ill indeed, jumped from their beds when they heard he was coming, and declared themselves quite well."

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Seven Tales by H.C. Andersen



"Far out in the forest stood the most charming little fir tree. It had plenty of room to grow in, lots of sunshine, and all the fresh air it wanted, and it was surrounded on all sides by tall, sturdy comrades, pine trees as well as firs..."



"But this particular little fir tree was so anxious to grow up that it gave no thought to the warm sunshine or fresh air; and it paid no attention to the merry chatter of the children who came into the woods looking for wild strawberries or blackberries..."



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