I think that's something Bertie Wooster used to say about his fearsome aunts, wasn't it? That they were in full voice like a pack of hunting dogs? Anyway. I can speak again. But the funny thing is I got used to not talking and apparently I am not as chatty as usual, according to Ken Cannon on our walk this morning.
NOT THAT ANY OF THIS IS THE POINT OF THIS BLOG POST.
I wanted to post the column here. I've been thinking lately what a shame it is that some books disappear--like the lovely picture book Dora's Box. So I wrote a piece about it. I don't feel very satisfied with it, actually, but I guess some columns are just gonna feel like that.
I'd be interested in hearing of a book (in-print or out) that mattered to you.
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My sisters and I miss Gwendolyn the Miracle Hen, who laid beautiful eggs for the master she loved and plain eggs for the horrible landlord who chicken-napped her. The illustrations were so beautiful. It's been out of print for years now. We periodically check abebooks.com to see what copies are going for.
I've always loved Blueberries for Sal. Glad you and your voice are back!
When I was twelve or so I read a middle-grade book called "The King of Heart's Heart" about a boy and his brain-damaged friend. It moved me so much, one of those sob-out-loud books. It went out of print years ago, which makes me so sad. I would love to find a copy for my boys to read.
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