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Top Ten Tuesday #7: Gone but not forgotten

… authors that I wish were still here and writing…

Collectible #2: Egrin and the Painted Wizard

I’ve yet to meet anyone (family excluded) who remembers this book. As I’ve mentioned before, my Mum has kept a lot (all?) our childhood books, and, since she’s in the process of moving house, I’ve been helping her clear them out (by nicking them for my boys). Some of them I have had no memory of at all. But this one is etched on my brain.

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.

Collectible #1: Phoebe and the Hot Water Bottles

Recently, I was glancing down the ABE list of the most searched for out of print books of 2015, when I discovered that at No.38 was an old old favourite of mine, Phoebe and the Hot Water Bottles. I LOVED Phoebe when I was little. Whether it was the bright, intricate drawings, or the idea […]

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.

Top Ten Tuesday #3: All Grown Up

Top Ten Tuesday is a weekly meme hosted by The Broke and The Bookish. This week, childhood characters I’d like to revisit as adults. This was a tough one for me, as I generally close a book and don’t wonder what happens next. I’ve never been a fan of sequels – I think you can […]

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.