Feels like someone has pulled my brain out of my ears and replaced it by slightly too much cotton wool, which is pressing uncomfortably on my ear drums and making thinking far too difficult. So I have done next to nothing yesterday and today, except a little light reading. I’m on a quest to find books that I can recommend to Big – much of what I read when I was her age doesn’t appeal to her, it’s too dated in either language or content 🙁 The classics stand the test of time and she’s lapped up things like Streatfield, but others don’t even get past first base.
So I got a couple of children’s books out of the library and I’ve read them this weekend.
I really enjoyed Journey to the River Sea
by Eva Ibbotson, I’ll be looking for more of her books for me, never mind Big! and that to me is the ultimate recommendation of a children’s book – that it should be accessible to children, but still worthwhile and enjoyable for adults too. This book was pure enjoyment, nothing particularly heavy or unexpected, but beautifully crafted and exquisitely put together both story and language wise. Heartily recommended 🙂
the other one I read this weekend was The Wolves of Willoughby Chase
. This one didn’t really stand out to me at all – too much like so many other little girl lost stories. And the wolves don’t really feature at all, which disappointed me rather. Although I’ve discovered there is a sequel, and I will order that at the library. Still waiting for them to get Chalice
in for me – no sign yet.
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