Back to thinking about food again. No surprise. Many a fine reviewer has commented on Nigel Slater’s autobiography, Toast – and rightly so. What I want to think about is how it added permission to evoking nostalgia about food – and in brilliant prose. Not an easy thing to write about, food. I thought I …
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Blog hopping? Come on in. Here’s one of my favourite children’s reads. When you’ve finished, nip over here for some more posts on books, children’s and others. ————- I’ve blogged about this book before, a long time back, but I’m coming back to it again. For all of the fun of exploring new books, finding …
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Do you remember the Usborne First Thousand Words books? They came in various languages, including English. I think they were one of those things that parents might buy in another language, and hope some of it would stick. What definitely stuck was the spot the duck bit. Hidden on every double spread is a duck, …
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I’m not ignoring you. I’m ignoring the imminent return to school, the general routine, and the whole shebang. This means I have been ignoring other ought tos, shoulds and mean tos. And while I go about ignoring, Robert Louis Stevenson poems come to mind. Anticipating the return to early alarm clocks definitely sets this one …
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Once upon a time there was a little girl and she loved reading. She loved reading so much she read in the dark too often, and ended up having to wear glasses. But one particular time she had to wait: for a story whose arrival each evening was also the stuff of magic. Mr Friend …
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