The Little Old Lady Who Was Not Afraid of Anything

 The Little Old Lady Who Was Not Afraid of Anything

Linda Williams 1988

illustrated by Megan Lloyd

Charlotte particularly likes this book.  She's like this little old lady and is hardly afraid of anything.
The old lady lives in the woods and one day goes out to gather herbs.  But soon something scary is following her.  She doesn't let it get to her, but hurries home and has a clever solution.

Olivia and the Missing Toy

Olivia and the Missing Toy

Ian Falconer 2003

Olivia is one of our favorite characters. She's an independent pig with her own strong sense of self and opinions and a fully loaded imagination. In this story Olivia is busy playing when she has to go to a soccer game. Her mother makes her a red jersey to wear but then Olivia notices her favorite toy is missing. She accuses her younger brothers until she discovers the real culprit.

All the Olivia books are drawn in black and grey with red for Olivia's clothes (and a bit of green thrown in this one).

Dracula

Eyewitness Classics: Dracula

Bram Stoker

illustrated by Tudor Humphries 1997

This Eyewitness version of Bram Stoker's Dracula is filled with all kinds of extra tidbits. The abbreviated story is told through John Harker, Mina and Dr. Seward's diaries. John's travels to Transylvania in search of Count Dracula and Mina records her friend Lucy's odd and scary transformation. Then Dr. Seward along with Van Helsing must chase the monster down.

There are photographs and illustrations throughout that explain the history of the story, Stoker's inspiration for writing, and the aftermath of movies and books that followed.  Nice introduction to a classic horror story.

The 13 Clocks

 

The 13 Clocks

James Thurber 1950

illustrated by Marc Simont

A suitable book for Halloween reading.  There is a wicked Duke, cold and evil with legs of different lengths and a velvet patch over one eye.  He lives with his niece, the Princess Saralinda, in a castle with thirteen clocks that wouldn't go. 

The clocks were dead, and in the end, brooding on it, the Duke decided he had murdered time, slain it with his sword, and wiped his bloody blade upon its beard and left it lying there, bleeding hours and minutes, its springs uncoiled and sprawling, its pendulum disintegrating.

The cold Duke was afraid of Now, for Now has warmth and urgency, and Then is dead and buried. Now might bring a certain knight of gay and shining courage-

When suitors come for the beautiful Saralinda, the Duke managed to kill them all or give them impossible tasks like cut a slice of moon, or change the ocean into wine.  They were set to finding things that never were, and building things that could not be.

A prince dressed as a ragged minstrel and calling himself Xingu (but who is really Zorn of Zorna) sets off to wed the princess.  In this odd story he meets the Golux ("I am the Golux," said the Golux, proudly, "the only Golux in the world, and not a mere Device), must avoid the awful Todal (who looks like a blob of glup, makes a sound of rabbits screaming, and smells of old, unopened rooms), and the Duke's spies, Hark and Listen.

It's a strange but wonderful little book- part fairy tale, a little bit dark with some sharp humor.  I can't help but think fans of Norton Juster would love this as well.

The Highwayman

The Highwayman

Alfred Noyes

illustrated by Charles Mikolaycak 1983

For those of you familiar with the Anne of Green Gables movies you may recognize this poem.  Anne recites it at the White Sands Hotel.

Alfred Noyes is terrific. He has written all kinds of verse and short stories and novels. We like to read this poem (probably his most famous) very dramatically. The pictures by Charles Mikolaycak suit it perfectly. They are mostly grey and black and white with a touch of red for a scarf, Bess' ribbon, a soldier's coat, blood.  

The opening lines are some of my very favorite in literature.

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding-
Riding- riding-
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.

 

 

The Teeny, Tiny Witches

The Teeny Tiny Witches 

Jan Wahl 1979

illustrated by Margot Tomes

Just a simple reader with a Autumn/Halloween theme.  The poor tiny witch family are too small to do much magic.  But they are happy enough living in their pumpkin until a family of shrews pushes them out (rather meanly).  So starts their quest for a new home, but everywhere they go they are pushed out.  It all ends well when they meet a kindly old harvest mouse in Mr. Feeney's house.

Black Jack

Black Jack

Leon Garfield 1968

Another Leon Garfield book, perfectly suited to this crisp Autumn weather.  A bit more wicked than The Strange Affair of Adelaide Harris.   Bartholomew Dorking is in London as the apprentice to a draper, but he soon finds himself in the creepy parlor of scheming Mrs. Gordandy with the newly hung body of the scoundrel Black Jack.

"Gobblesshoo for your kind 'eart," she sobbed- and slammed the door in the apprentice's startled face.  The key turned in the lock and Mrs. Gorgandy's footsteps pattered briskly over bare boards and out into the distant street.  As if from another world, he heard her hoarse promise repeated:  "Back in 'alf and hour..."

After a few moments he tried the door.  The lock was secure.  He went to the window- and discovered its cataract of dirt, dust and perished insects obscured three iron bars.  Gloomily he wrote, "Help.  I am a prisoner, " with his finger on the cracked glass.  Then he wrote it backwards in the hope someone in the strange country of the backs of houses and their secret yards might read it and come to his aid.

He went to the fireplace, in whcih there was a pile of ashes- as if a large family had burned their secrets there before going upstairs to hang themselves in a group.  He looked up, and discovered the chimney to be partially blocked by a fall of bricks, two of which so resembled the soles of boots that Dorkling wondered if some previous apprentice had tried to escape that way and failed.

It turns out the villain Black Jack isn't quite dead and he drags the boy along into "a wild story which weaves its turbulent way through the seamiest parts of old London, a traveling circus, and a private madhouse."

Garfield once again creates a brilliant cast of characters- Belle, the simple-minded girl, Dr. Carmody, selling his snake-oil elixir with theatrical flourish, Bartholomew's uncle, the benevolent sea captain he's trying to make his way to, and Mrs. Arbuthnot, always predicting doom in her cards.  And of course the looming Black Jack, a mighty fellow, and rough... as if the Almighty had sketched him out (and left the Devil to fill him in).