Film First What happens when you read the book of a movie you love? First up, one of my favourites, chosen at random: The Guns of Navarone. I couldn’t tell you the first time I saw this movie. I associate it with rainy Sunday afternoons with my family, lounging about eating egg sandwiches and Wotsits. Back in those days, if…
The bookworm is a series of posts following a trail of vintage picture books, linking them by author, title, subject, or whatever else takes my fancy. Following on from Natasha’s New Doll, the next stop in our Bookworm trail is also illustrated by Frank Francis: Grandmother Lucy and Her Hats by Joyce Wood. The gist This is a sweet, sweet…
Sadly, I did not read the 1970s children’s book No Flying in the House when I was six. If I had read it when I was six, I would have loved it. Why? Because what what six year old girl doesn’t want a three inch talking dog who can perform 367 tricks? And what six year old girl does not…
So I thought today I might join in with the monthly 6 Degrees of Separation Meme, hosted by Booksaremyfavouriteandbest. I have enjoyed reading it on various blogs, but this is my first time joining in. The host chooses a starting book, and then you link it in a chain of 6 other books. You can use whatever links you choose,…
The bookworm is a series of posts following a trail of vintage picture books, linking them by author, title, subject, or whatever else takes my fancy. We start the bookworm trail with a book plucked completely at random from my shelves: Natasha’s New Doll by Frank Francis. I first came across this book just a few years ago, so it…
I was given Joan Aiken’s The Last Slice of Rainbow when I was probably around eight. I loved it before I even read it. Something about the title, the pictures, the names of the stories – they’re all the exact formula to appeal to an eight year old booklover. I remember almost not wanting to read it, for fear that…
“Now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good.” This quote from Steinbeck’s East of Eden has been hanging on my wall for the last five years. I came across it on Ebay, or Etsy or somewhere else, and being both a Steinbeck fan and a hopeless perfectionist, it speaks volumes to me. I am always putting…