Today Croc is in a mood. Big-time sulks. But Melrose is not put off. She bombards Croc out his mood and down to the beach. Now Croc’s exuberance may take charge, till the wet sea – and an ice cream – bring all into balance.
Gentle and fun, Emma Chichester Clark’s luminous pictures lift the spirit in these tales of two engaging friends.
A nice sideways take on the arrival of a sibling. ‘I always,’ it starts, ‘ wanted a brother or a sister, but instead I got a crocodile. It was quite a surprise!’ Sure was! Crocodiles turn out to be quite a handful. But they have feelings too, and with practice they turn out to be…
We meet Kit, brought up by a well-meaning but uncomprehending cousin and a professor father, largely absent in all but body, as she discovers ‘if you can’t lead your own life, you’re not you at all.’ She comes to realise that she is a song bird and gradually she finds the courage to follow her…
What better book to start than Clown. The only word in the whole book is the title, but Quentin Blake masterfully creates a moving story of loss and separation transformed into reunion and new friends, all through Clown’s inventive and determined loyalty. Juggling potatoes to charm a crying baby, moments after being hurled in through…
What a delight! David Almond’s typically powerful and subtle writing, beautifully enhanced by Laura Carlin’s artwork. The whole book sings. Mysterious Nanty Solo comes to town. A Pied Piper who is not abductor, but liberator. She frees the children and the children free the adults. Happy town. Buy through Bookshop.org
“If we could see each other exactly as the other is,” Ezra Jack Keats wrote, “this would be a different world.” The son of Polish immigrants escaping anti-Jewish pogroms in Europe, the world he grew up in was Brooklyn, New York. Ezra’s family had always been poor but during the Great Depression of the 1930s, along…
‘It’ is the Psammead, a gloriously grumpy sand fairy – and anything less fairylike in looks is hard to imagination, and all part of the great inclusive sweep of E. Nesbit’s arm as she draws you into her story – grants a wish a day. Each vanishes at sunset and each brings a whole heap…
