Tuesday, November 13, 2012

My Top 14: Little Golden Books



Little Golden Books -- the staple of idyllic childhoods everywhere.

There are hundreds upon hundreds of different titles in existence. My collection has roughly 75. From those, I chose my favorite 14. Which is to say there are many more good ones in the world, but I don't have them.

A few notes before I begin:

*Even though I've numbered these from 14 to 1, I'm not really obsessed with the order I've put them in.

*I've chosen to photograph my copies of the books, and you will notice that many are dog-eared, taped-up, written on, and, ultimately, very loved.

*The copyright date I've put under each title is the earliest date listed on the book's title page, and is not necessarily the print date of the actual edition you see before you.

And now....


My Top 14: Little Golden Books
(That I Own)




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#14
Baby Animals

written & illustrated by Garth Williams
(c)1952



Cuteness overload! Baby animals everyyyywhere! A lamb, a bear cub, even a raccoon washing an apple! Be still my heart! Oh, and then there's this:



Baby Giraffe is so tall that he has to bend down to stay in the picture.

Say it with me now: "Awwww!"



Awwwww!


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#13
The Gingerbread Man

illustrated by Elfrieda
(c)1972



This version of The Gingerbread Man always gave me great pleasure, because -- and you're going to hear me say this often throughout this list -- the illustrations were wonderful. They weren't especially detailed, but they were bright and cheery. And... there was cake. Yes. If there was one thing that would put a smile on my face as a child, it was a book that featured cake.



The story is this: A gingerbread man escapes from the home where he was baked and is chased by all manner of people and animals before he is finally snapped into bits by a wily fox while trying to cross a river. Sure, it sucks to be him, but -- CAKE. They all get to eat CAKE! That is a happy ending, as far as I'm concerned.


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#12
What Will I Be? A Wish Book

written by Kathleen Krull Cowles
illustrated by Eulala Conner
(c)1979



Back in the day, Things Kids Can Be When They Grow Up was a popular subject in children's books and TV shows. But the same old careers kept popping up again and again: fireman, policeman, mailman, doctor, teacher. Which is not to say this book brings us any options as interesting as, say, "tax attorney to Hollywood's elite," but it does talk about bricklaying, diving, mountain climbing, fixing cars, writing monster stories, and joining the circus. While I'm not particularly fond of the illustrator's style (the children look a bit creepy), I do like the subject matter. And yes, there is a page with cake, but that's not why I like it!


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#11
Little Golden Picture Dictionary

written by Nancy Fielding Huck
illustrated by Tibor Gergely
(c)1959



There were several "Golden" dictionaries and ABC books published, but I think this one is the neatest. With over 150 words and pictures -- everything from "apron" to "zoo" -- and colorful, detailed illustrations -- it has definite quality. Sure, some of the entries are a little disconcerting -- for example, why does "toy" show a picture of an angry bear? And why use up good space on things kids probably aren't even going to ever encounter in life, such as "zeppelin", "elf", and "ark"? Still, I haven't seen another picture dictionary this small and yet this complete.


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#10
Mary Poppins: A Jolly Holiday

adapted by Annie North Bedford
illustrated by Beverly Edwards and Leon Jason
(c)1964



Little Golden Books has done a lot of movie adaptations over the years. Nearly every Disney movie has had the treatment at one time or another. A lot of these adaptations are pretty lame. They either condense the movie they're doing into two dozen pages and totally ruin the feel of it, or else the book appears to have been written by someone who never even laid eyes on a shooting script, let alone the actual film. I have a few different Mary Poppins books, but this one here is definitely the best. It captures about 25 minutes of the movie (Mary Poppins & the kids walking to the park and meeting Bert, the chalk drawings, the carousel, the horse race, and back to reality) and does a really good job of sticking to what actually happened without adding anything ridiculous. Plus, the illustrations are really beautiful and detailed, and on some pages the characters look almost exactly like Julie Andrews, et al. This is a worthy film-to-book adaptation, and even just a lovely book on its own.


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#9
The Little Red Caboose

written by Marian Potter
illustrated by Tibor Gergely
(c)1953



"The Little Red Caboose always came last." And so begins a story of a sad little train car, one who feels he is not noticed or appreciated. Children wave at the train each time it goes by, but by the time the Little Red Caboose goes rolling past, everyone has turned away. Then, one day, the train tries to go up a steep mountain and can not make it. It is in danger of rolling back down the hill. The Little Red Caboose puts on his brakes and holds tight to the tracks until help can come along. He is, ever after, a hero.

Although it's a nice story -- with a message that you don't have to be big, or first, to be important -- the thing I love most about this book is the illustrations. On nearly every page there are a whole bunch of fun things to look at. On one page, the train goes past a fruit market; another page, a circus; another, a farm. There are people, animals, and vehicles galore... and yet the pictures aren't too busy... they're just right to keep a little mind occupied and intrigued. This is a story I would ask my parents to read me again and again, and it still makes me smile.


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#8
The Night Before Christmas

poem written by Clement C. Moore
illustrated by Corinne Malvern
(c)1954



The Night Before Christmas is old hat by this point; we're subjected to it in multiple books and Christmas specials. But this particular book is neat because the illustrator chose to set it in or around the time when Clement C. Moore actually wrote the original poem -- in 1822. So you've got the father with coattails and manly mutton chops, four-poster canopy beds, and even a bunch of old-fashioned (to us) toys that Santa brings in his pack. All the pictures are done in full color with lots of whimsy. My only complaint is that Santa looks a bit dubious on the cover -- almost like he's actually robbing the place -- but otherwise, a fine version of the classic tale.


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#7
Scuffy The Tugboat

written by Gertrude Crampton
illustrated by Tibor Gergely
(c)1946



Scuffy was sad.
Scuffy was cross. 
Scuffy sniffed his blue smokestack.
"A toy store is no place for a red-painted tugboat," said Scuffy, and he sniffed his blue smokestack again. "I was meant for bigger things."

And so Scuffy's discontent prompts his owners to try sailing him in a bathtub. But that's not good enough for Scuffy, and he's soon taken to a little stream. Scuffy is ecstatic. But as he floats along, the stream's pace quickens, and Scuffy begins to find himself in bigger waters. The book follows his adventures down a river, past towns and cities, under bridges, and past big boats. Eventually the waters grow rough, and Scuffy joins floodwaters as he's propelled toward the ocean. He sails past giant boats and docks. He grows frightened and wishes he could be back home. At the last moment, before he enters the big, wide ocean, he is plucked out of the water by his owners. The story concludes by telling us that Scuffy is now content to sail back and forth in the bathtub.

I like the idea that you can go out and have adventures, but if you feel homesick, your family will be there to scoop you up and bring you home if you want them to. I think this idea is especially pleasing to small children. Just like in The Little Red Caboose, the illustrations are fun and interesting, each page showing a different scene one might find along a stream or river.


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#6
Pano The Train

written by Sharon Holaves
illustrated by Giannini
(c)1975



Pano is a train who loses his caboose down a hill and is informed of this ("You've lost...") by everyone and everything he passes thereafter, until he finally understands. As a story, it was okay. But what really made this book a delight when I was a kid was that instead of words in certain spots, there were pictures of either three bells (Ding-Ding), three whistles (Toot-Toot), or three puffs of smoke (Chug-Chug), and while an adult read the words, I or my brother would do the sound effects (I think I often instructed my brother to be the bells, since they showed up the least often.) Nowadays books have buttons that play electronic sounds, but we were happy making our own sounds, and Pano was one of our well-read books.


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#5 
A Day On The Farm

written by Nancy Fielding Hulick
illustrated by John P. Milller
(c)1960



As a kid, I had two "life on the farm" picture books that were pretty similar... they were the story of a mom and dad and two kids on a farm, the things they got to do (not had to do... were privileged to do), and the fun they had. This book was one of those, and I enjoyed reading it often. The kids in it, Sally and Sam, climb trees, carve boats, and ride a pony. Later, their aunt and uncle and cousins come for dinner, everyone has cake (cake...), and the kids play hide-and-seek while the grown-ups chat. This was so familiar to me as a kid -- being excited about cousins coming over, playing with them, that divide between kids and grownups that nobody minded -- that this story has always made me smile.




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#4
Prayers For Children

illustrated by Eloise Wilkin
(c)1952



Honestly, the prayers within were a little boring. "Thees" and "thys" galore. But the illustrations -- those were glorious. This was one book I could pick up on my own -- long before I could read -- and just stare at for ages. Eloise Wilkin had a way of drawing little children that actual children could really appreciate, kind of how older folks appreciate Norman Rockwell paintings. They were pictures of an ideal, safe, fun, beautiful childhood. There are children on nearly every page, and only an occasional (but always nurturing) adult.




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#3
Counting Rhymes

illustrated by Sharon Kane
(c)1960



 This book is full of poems -- One, Two, Buckle My Shoe, This Little Piggy, and Monday's Child, to name a few. The illustrations are great. Though Sharon Kane's little child drawings aren't as cherubic as Eloise Wilkin's, they're still very sweet. Also, there was one illustration that completely mesmerized me as a wee lass, and it was this one:



That there is probably my favorite illustration in any Little Golden Book, ever.


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#2
 The Bunny Book

by Patsy Scarry
illustrated by Richard Scarry
(c)1955



I know it may sound like half of my favorite Little Golden Books are my favorites because they are full of cute. Well, darnit, I like cute... but yes. This book is a bit in the "d'awww" side, but it's practical, too. It's the story of a baby bunny whose many relatives (bunnies do have many) all have high hopes for his career someday. On each page, an uncle or a cousin or a sibling says something like, "I hope he will become a... because...." and the baby bunny just smiles knowingly, because he knows what he wants to be.

In the end we find out that baby bunny wants to be a daddy bunny and have his own family of bunnies someday. Child-free advocates, you may scoff, but I like that this kid knows what he wants out of life. Who cares what his family thinks or expects? Granted, one might find the idea of an infantile bunny rabbit dreaming about future procreation to be a little strange, but ignoring that, the whole thing's downright adorable.


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#1
Good Night, Little Bear

written by Patsy Scarry
illustrated by Richard Scarry
(c) 1961



This story was first read to me as a preschooler in a Richard Scarry anthology. It's the story of three bears -- Father, Mother, and Little. It's time for Little Bear to go to bed, so Father puts the child on his shoulders and takes him upstairs. But before setting him on the bed, Father closes his eyes, and when he opens them, he seemingly can not find Little Bear. He searches the house for him, in all sorts of odd places. All the while, Little Bear remains perched on his father's shoulders, giggling. At last, Father steps in front of a mirror and discovers his son's hiding place. Then they get to eat...



Caaaaake!

Not only is it a sweet story with adorable illustrations, but the family members in the story are able to play together and lovingly tease one another. Of course Father Bear knows where his son is. Perhaps Little Bear doesn't realize that -- or maybe he does, and he just enjoys the game. I think that's one of the reasons I loved this story. Another reason -- Little Bear gets to kind of avoid having to go to bed. I hated going to bed. Lucky Little Bear! In the end, Little Bear gets tucked into bed alongside two stuffed animals, just as I often was as a child. This book just makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.



Tell me you don't agree. I mean, look at that and tell me you don't. You know you do.


Sunday, November 11, 2012

Things I Remember...

...About My Maternal Grandfather

My grandpa was born in 1922. He served in the army from 1942-1946. He was in Europe for a while, in France. Once he found an accordion in a haystack. According to my grandma, he painted tanks and equipment over there. She says he also helped shuttle people out of work camps when the war ended.


My grandparents married in 1943. They had five children together; four boys, and one girl - my mother. I was born in 1980. Grandpa died in 1984. 

These are my memories. Some may be mixed with things I've been told over the years. Others may be tainted by an aging brain. Even so, this is what I've got.

I remember...

-Driving with him to Senn's drive-in dairy and buying milk in glass bottles.

-Eating orange creamsicles at my grandparents' dining room table and him teaching me to chant "I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!"

-"An apple a day keeps the doctor away."

-Playing with wooden blocks at their house. There was one with a bored hole in the side and sometimes Grandpa would hide treats in there. One of my older cousins, I believe, had dubbed gumdrops and such "Sums," and Grandpa called them that, so I did also.


-One time he had me count the keys on their piano. I counted the whites, then the blacks. He wrote my collected totals (miscounted) on the side of the block box and then added them up. According to our scribbles, pianos have 73 keys.

-My family lived with my grandparents for a few months in 1984 when we were preparing to move homes. We were there for Easter and they hid eggs for me to find. Their front door had (well, still has) a miniature door in it that serves as a peephole. There was an egg there. I was amused.

-He had a big van that he drove. I remember one time sitting behind him in the van and admiring how you could see his ears from the back, which is another way of staying they stuck out.

-When he walked, he sort of shifted, almost like one leg was shorter than the other.

-In May of 1984, when I was three years old, we took a trip to Arizona and California -- my parents, my grandparents, my baby brother and me. The six of us in a station wagon. We have pictures of us in front of the Grand Canyon. At Knott's Berry Farm I was set upon the Ferris Wheel, absolutely smushed between my two grandparents. At least I wasn't in danger of falling out.


-I found out he died the morning after it happened. I woke up and went into my parents' room and they were both on their bed. They told me grandpa had died. I was barely four, I didn't get it. We went over to my grandparents' house later that day and I remember looking for my grandpa, the way I had always done when I went over there. Maybe he was in a back bedroom? Maybe he was working downstairs? But he wasn't there, and then it kind of hit me.


 I'm grateful for the four years I got to spend with him, though I wish it could have been longer.


Saturday, November 10, 2012

There's A Trope For That - Week Of November 11th

This Week's Trope: Magic Feather


"Alice is given a supposed magic MacGuffin that will give her special/exceptional abilities. She does amazingly well, but then she loses the item. She goes back to her mentors, only to learn that it was just a useless placebo, and "the magic was inside you all along!" Sometimes the audience knows, or at least suspects, that Alice's abilities were her own, but other times The Reveal is just as much a surprise to them as to her.


In comic books, a retooled Super Hero Origin sometimes shifts a character's gimmicky power from artifact-dependent to innate, with the revelation that the famous prop or incantation was simply a focus.



Supertrope to Placebotinum Effect, and of course this is the Placebo Effect. It's also a neat way to subvert the Amulet of Concentrated Awesome. May or may not be a character's Charm Point. Somewhat of a Dead Horse Trope in newer works (a common subversion is that the character throws away her 'feather,' only to discover that she needed it all along).



The key to this trope is in The Reveal, so examples where the feather is never shown to be bogus do not count. If the character (or the audience) believes the feather does nothing, but this is never put to the test, see Maybe Magic, Maybe Mundane.



Sister trope of All That Glitters and Motivational Lie. Compare It's the Journey that Counts. Not to be confused with Mario's flying cape item."

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Well, time to reference Harry Potter again, and I --


Okay, okay, OKAY.

But I just want it to be clear that I could. 

If I wanted to.

Fun fact: Dumbo was one of the first movies I ever had on videotape as a kid. I didn't particularly love it though. It was depressing! There's bullying, cruelty, parent-child separation, and -- the one thing that used to scare the absolutely crap out of me as a kid -- fire.

Yeah, remember how Dumbo has to jump from a "burning" building at the circus? It's probably controlled fire, but still. Terrifying. Come to think of it, a lot of kids' movies back then had fire scenes. Disney's Robin Hood... Bon Voyage, Charlie Brown... The Little Mermaid... Sleeping Beauty....  What were they trying to do to us? (And by us, I mean me.)

Well anyway, you know the story -- it turns out Dumbo doesn't really need the magic feather to fly because apparently his really huge ears will suffice. 

There's a lesson in that for all of us, I think.

Just gotta figure out what it is.

Monday, November 5, 2012

There's A Trope For That - Week of November 4th

This Week's Trope: Race Against The Clock


"In many cases, for whatever reason... the villain's plot is time sensitive: It will succeed at a given moment and not one second sooner. The hero has until that moment to stop the villain.

Naturally, things will go down to the wire and the hero will foil the evil scheme at the last possible second. It's especially powerful when combined with Real Time... even if it takes a Magic Countdown to line things up properly. This is a frequently used but still effective method of adding more tension to the story. 

One variant is that a specific time isn't the point of success; the villain must instead be stopped before he collects all the Plot Coupons or kills all of his intended victims. In this case, the hero will stop the last, and only the last, step in the evil plan. This sucks in the case of victims, since all but the last victim are still dead, but hey, at least the villain didn't win...

In other cases, time itself is the foe with the help of some random coincidences that impede the hero's progress. Interestingly, the audience will probably buy these coincidences since they come off, if done well, as an application of Finagle's Law. Usually, such a sequence will serve as a dramatic finale.

A rather specific subtrope is You Have 48 Hours."

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Not that I mind this trope, but one series that cleverly avoids it at least in one instance is -- you guessed it (because I'm always talking about it, duh) -- Harry Potter!

In the seventh book, Harry and his amigos are trying to find all the Horcruxes, but there really isn't a set time limit for their quest. Sure, they know they need to find the Horcruxes as fast as they humanly (wizardly?) can, because Voldemort's out there killing a bunch of innocents and life basically sucks, but there's never a "we must find them by May 1st at 3pm OR ELSE" kind of thing. So they end up taking many months to do it, and it's only toward (what happens to be) the end of their quest that things start to get real.

The pacing is funny in that book. And yet it works. Without a ticking clock.

Okay, sure, Voldemort does try to pull that on the people in the castle towards the end. The whole, "Send Harry Potter out in an hour or I WILL SRSLY GET PISSED AND START KILLING" speech. But even then, Harry seems to just ignore it and take his own sweet time getting out to the forest, and Voldemort's just like, "Where is he? Why didn't he come? Oh there he is. Okay, good. Time to die!"


And yet throughout, there's tension.

In conclusion: Not a bad trope, but there are ways to avoid it (writers) if you feel like being clever.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

11 Goofy, Creepy, Strange, Disturbing And/Or Mildly Unsettling Vintage Books For Young'uns

I love searching for and collecting vintage books. There are some gems out there. But there are also some books that are a little kooky. Maybe it's just that they haven't aged well. Or maybe they were always a little off. Or perhaps it's the illustrations -- the book is fine, but the drawings are cringeworthy.

Below are 11 books I've stumbled upon while perusing my relatives' bookshelves, Powell's, and our church's basement library. For one reason or another, they all tickled my funnybone, and so I now bring them to you. I'm not saying any of these books is bad, or poorly written. Heck, they might be wonderful and have many fans. But for whatever reason, they made me laugh or cringe.

Annnd off we go.

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#1
The Trouble With Jeanie


From the cover of this book, you'd guess it's some kind of wilderness or western adventure. I mean, you've got a horse, a bear, a kid in a cowboy hat, a guy with... a... well, some kind of pokey weapon....

But it's so much more than that. Why, it focuses on one of the most important topics ever to be discussed in a book for young people. Death? Noooo. Divorce? Ha! Teen pregnancy? Forget it! Give up? Read on:


Coming to grips with GOING STEADY.

Also, bears.


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 #2
The Open Door


Oh, an open door! A friendly neighbor stopping to visit a sick girl! Yeees, but....


 She left the front door open always. For twelve months. So that anyone wishing to visit COULD COME STRAIGHT IN.

Also known as Child Endangerment: The Novel.


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  #3
Phunology


Well, if that sadistic clown doesn't send you running, the contents will. Did kids really used to play these games? For, like, fun? Jumping The Candles, for instance?


Wow, not only a safety hazard, but guaranteed to predict the date of your nuptials! There's something kind of ironic about the whole thing.

Oh, but there's more...


Hobo: a word guaranteed to make any second grader snicker.

But in case hobos are a little too dark for you, you can always try...


For added fun, just throw about a dozen dolls up on the roof and send the party-goers up to retrieve them. 


Whoahoho, only kidding, there, Poll.


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  #4
A Book Of Finger Plays



The hannnd. The hand that looks like it has miniature animal heads growing out of each and every digit. I don't think the illustrator intended for it to look quite so horrific, but I stand alarmed.


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  #5
Ten Of A Kind


Ten of a kind. I wonder what this could be about? I'll read the dustjacket to learn a little about it!


 And by a "little" I guess I meant "every single plot detail AS WELL AS an explanation of all the morality lessons presented therein, carefully designed and implanted with the intent of scaring you right out of your sinful boots, you heathen child, and meanwhile encourage you and, for what it's worth, entertain you, sort of kind of."


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  #6
Anne Of Avonlea: 1970's Cover



Gotta love a cover photo that's less "Hello, my name's Anne, Anne spelt with an e" and more, "Hey, man, I'm Anne with an e, can you dig it?" 

Really not groovy, man.

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#7
Various Raggedy Ann Books

 

Awww, Raggedy Ann and Andy, symbols of childhood and-- 

wait, what the--


Um...

You know, I'd always had a kind of favorable notion of Raggedy Ann and Andy. But after reading a few pages of these books, I'm a little disturbed. Gilly Imp? Bugaboo? Grampy Hoppytoad? -- and THIS?


Then there are the plots. In one scene, Raggedy Andy has been beaten upside his fluffy skull:

 "Is that cotton sticking out of Raggedy Andy's head, truly?" the little fat man asked.

"Yes, it is," Raggedy Ann replied. "And you will have to take him home and sew him up."

"Aha!" Dinkie laughed. "I shall take him home all right, but I shall take all the cotton out of Raggedy Andy and use it for the mattress I am making for my bed!"

 Riiiight. Okayyyy. *slowly backs away*


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  #8
Wooden Willie


Brought to you by the original author of the Raggedy Ann books. And... yeah.


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 #9
Teen-Age Glamor
circa 1950s





 "Always your legs are kept non-fuzzy, and for this there are many depilatories in the stores with which you can experiment. Pumice paper is used when the hair growth is light, but the quickest and easiest way is shaving cream and a razor."

A razor? Wow! (*throws out the industrial-grade sandpaper*)

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 #10
Cats

 Aw, sweet little kittycats...



 DAUGH!


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 And my favorite creepy book of all time...

 #11
The Lonely Dolls Learns a Lesson


What you're looking at is a children's book in which a teddy bear sneaks up on the title character and snips off her tresses... out of revenge. I can't remember what the doll did to offend the bear -- perhaps she denied him affection -- but this is what came of it. And she learned a lesson... which you'd think would be do not trust that dang bear, but you'd be wrong.


Saturday, November 3, 2012

Anne Of Green Brick Gables

Have you visited Anne Of Green Brick Gables lately? That's one of my other blogs, in which I'm showcasing the classic novel Anne Of Green Gables and making illustrations for it out of Lego bricks. It's currently on Chapter 23, with about 12 more chapters to go.





It's been lots of fun, and I'm already thinking I'd like to do novel after this one. But what?