Category Book worm

Bookworm #7: Back to silver linings

I wasn’t sure where to go next after my adventures with the Rats of Nimh. I didn’t want anything with more talking rodents, so a subject link was out, and since I wasn’t overly impressed with Nimh, I didn’t really want to stay with the same author.

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Bookworm #6: I don’t even know what NIMH is

The film version of this book came out in 1982. My brother (2 years older than me) must have seen it at a birthday party or something, because I can remember him being REALLY excited about it, and going on about it endlessly. I also remember being really jealous, since he made it sound like the best film EVER, and back then you had either had to save up for the video, or wait till it came on at Christmas. I’ve still never seen it.

Bookworm #5: Montague the Magnificent!

I remember reading this when I was about 9. When I say, I remember reading it, I remember that I did read it, and that I enjoyed it. But I couldn’t remember a single thing about the plot until I picked it up again a couple of days ago.

Bookworm #4: Out on the streets of New York City

For the next step along the journey, I took a path less traveled, and tracked down a copy of Eve Rice’s only novel, The Remarkable Return of Winston Potter Crisply. An intriguing title, and a nice premise – Potter (as he is known) is spotted by his younger siblings in New York when he should be at Harvard, and they spend the rest of the book following him around trying to find out what he is up to.

Bookworm #3: The very last box on the very last shelf

One of the poems in last week’s Tiny Tim is this one, about buying new shoes. Which reminded me of another old favourite, New Blue Shoes by Eve Rice.

It’s a simple story. Little Rebecca and her mother go shopping for new shoes.

Bookworm #2: Billy was blowing his trumpet

My Mum, true to her hoarding nature, has pretty much never gotten rid of any of our old children’s books. Every now and then, I have a rummage through them to pick out a couple that I think my boys would like. I was strangely excited when I came across this as it brought back so many memories, largely down to Helen Oxenbury’s brilliant illustrations.

Bookworm #1: Jam and jelly and bread

I start my journey at the magnificent Quangle Wangle’s Hat. In case you’ve never read it, it features the lonely Quangle Wangle, who sits on top of the Crumpety tree, wearing an enormous beaver hat. He isn’t lonely for long though, as he is joined by many strange creatures who come to build their homes in his hat.