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My secret this time has something to do with fairy godmothers, because I have just been reading about the Princess Alicia and the Fairy Godmother in “The Magic Fishbone” by Charles Dickens, only the Fairy Godmother in this book is called “the Fairy Grandmarina” — I like the sound of...
When at home alone I sit, I never seem to tire of it. I only have to take a look Along the shelves and choose a book, And every two times out of three, I choose the “Little Library.” The books are little, green and blue, And there are orange...
One summer day six years ago a quaint little red-haired boy of five walked into The Bookshop for Boys and Girls. “Now,” said his mother, “you say whom you have come to see.” “I have come to see Alice-Heidi, the doll who lives in The Bookshop,” said the little boy....
You probably haven’t noticed Alice-Heidi. She has been in The Bookshop for a good many years, except for temporary absences to have her hair recurled or dressmaking done. She has been a silent watcher of all The Bookshop activities ever since December 1916, when, as a story which appeared in...
What's odd about the direction this discussion has taken is that I agree with Sharon Flake about almost everything. Flake points out that she and many other readers of every race are much more compelled by stories of triumph over immediate, real-world trouble than by distant fantasy or lighter fare....
When you are young and black and living in the inner city — people think they know you. They like to tell you what to read, why the way you speak is all wrong and why that outfit you are wearing is not appropriate for school. Sometimes they are right....