Books and Stuff

I've just finished editing my profile again,the one pertaining to "favorite books". Now I am a dedicated bibliophile and I didn't have enough room to indulge my fancy for booklists of all kinds.
There are the childrens books by Joan Aiken and her adult books,(I own most of them);and the Madlenka books by Peter Sis as well as his "The Golden Key", which are three Czech legends set in Prague, a city of mood and drama where I hope to visit one day. I love the thought of Prague,every allusion to it fascinates me.I have no idea why. There is his non fiction account of his father's trip to Tibet, and his biography of Gallileo. I own these too. Fairytales were my life as a child. I first heard one during storytime in my second grade class;It was Hans Christian Anderson's, "The Little Match Girl". My whole mind was filled with his descriptive prose. I felt the cold and the little girls abandonment.I suffered. I was in awe.That feeling has never left me.The best writers, to my mind,aren't the ones who show you something but the ones who move you to contemplation and a desire for something more. Ralph Mannheims translation of the Grimm's brothers tales are dark and lovely. I've read them over and over.

"The Grannyman" is about an elderly cat who thinks he has nothing left to live for so he lays down to die-or so he thought... Skippyjack Jones is a sassy cat who tells his mother "You're not the boss of me"with you can guess what consequences. The mouse books of Kevin Henkes are a treat and Olivier Dunrea,The Zemachs,Trina Schart Hyman,Lloyd Alexander,Tolkien are all wonderful. I'm not finished but there's no more room,alas!
The list goes ever on and on"...and whither then? I cannot say."

Natures Crown by Adele Spencer

Finally, a picture on my blog. Sally helped me and Robb helped me.Thank you for your time.

Lose Yourself

Lose Yourself : Another Adele Spencer.

Majestic

Majestic

Click on the above word and find a tree that I love. it reminds me of one in my neighborhood that is also standing by itself in a field. The tree in my own yard is of noble proportions and doesn't seem to mind that I've hung bells in it here and there that match it's leaves in color.