The day I consider myself too grown-up to read a children's story, is the day I stop reading. Rumer Godden's The Dolls' House (1948) Illus. Tasha Tudor (1976) I re-read this slim volume countless times when I was a girl. Not only did I have a dollhouse, but I was one of
"Frances is loitering by a second-floor window of the high school in Hanratty, on an afternoon in early December. It is 1943." Loitering: it's a significant word. There is something unsanctioned about her presence there. And, yet, she is a high-school teacher. But she has no business being on the
"He generally took more books out of the library than he was able to read before they were due back. His charging records at the Boston Athenaeum, the Harvard College Library, and the Boston Society Library are not so much a measure of his intake as of his appetite. He
As you might guess, from the English editor and English press, The Atlas of Literature concentrates on the English tradition of letters. Stratford and London are undeniably important: readers would be disappointed not to find them here (and the Lake District with its poets, Yorkshire with the Brontës, Wessex with
Reading The Tea Lords in close proximity to Lawrence Hill's novel The Book of Negroes raises the question of what stories one prefers to hear told. The Tea Lords chronicles life on an Dutch colonial tea plantation in Java in the 1870s, from the plantation owner's perspective. The Book of
