This book is a tongue-limbering, vocabulary-stretching, highly hilarious story that must be read aloud. The rollicking rhythm and quirky characters are delightful, and there is just enough suspense to be compelling but not distressing. Picked by a 3-year-old from the library shelf (likely for i...
The lovely silliness of this book is matched by Mahy's clever wordsmithery and by the cadence of the rhyming text. Mahy's narration would give Prelutsky a run for his money! Dunbar's illustrations don't hurt, either (the mixed media is a great touch). Toddlers may not sit through it (the text i...
I first read this book back when I was younger (right now I'm 20) and all I knew was that the ending confused me. I had no idea of what actually happened. I tried to look for the book again years later but couldn't find it. I knew the title was Alchemy and the cover had a girl under a tree with s...
From all the excited chat I'd read about this book, I was expecting it to be the seminal YA romance. What I got ... was cracked-out, leftover-seventies hippie bullshit.Let's examine this: The 'magic' in the story involves drinking herbal concotions and getting high. Throw in some meditation and '...
Book review:Losing a faher is a nightmareto Garland, when Yves replaced her father in the Fantasia, it gets even worse. Garland wished her father will come back, and will do anything for her father to come back. Her wish might come true when three mysterious children came and joined the Fantasia:...
I'm not entirely sure what to think of this one.Theme, and some of the action, is more suitable for an early-teen audience, while the font and layout seem to aim it towards a younger age group.Two boys jump into a car, which drives itself into a forest. There, they become victims of a scientist, ...
The beginning was too slow and the ending was too fast. And who would write a book on this kind of stuff?? I probably would have liked this more if I could have just picked it up, read in an hour, and then put it back down and moved on with my life... but we spent three months reading it in class...
said Heriot. “It doesn’t give up, does it? Hard to think of myself as being twenty-five years old.” “One moment little, the next big,” said Cayley in his husky, damaged voice. “Me, that is, not you. You’ve always been big.” “Neither of us has ever been as big as we are now,” Heriot said. “Are you...
The blood on his shirt was stiffening as well as staining. Under his thin cover he could still feel a movement, as if tiny insects were running down his side, but he took no notice of this faint trickling. Above everything else Heriot was consumed with raging thirst. He looked into the maze aroun...