I wish you all          
 a very happy new year!!!          
WE'RE TALKIN' BOOKS, ILLUSTRATIONS AND ART!
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Stories you read       
when you’re the right age       
never quite leave you.       
You may forget who wrote them or       
what the story was called.       
Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened,       
but if a story touches you       
it will stay with you,       
haunting the places in your mind      
 that you rarely ever visit.
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Many a girl has waited long     
For a husband brave or strong;     
But I’m sure I never met     
Any sort of woman yet     
Who could wait a hundred years,     
Free from fretting, free from fears.     
    
Now, our story seems to show     
That a century or so,     
Late or early, matters not;     
True love comes by fairy-lot.     
Some old folk will even say     
It grows better by delay.     
    
Yet this good advice, I fear,     
Helps us neither there nor here.     
Though philosophers may prate     
How much wiser ‘tis to wait,     
Maids will be a-sighing still —     
Young blood must when young blood will!     
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from the story Snowwhite      
by The Brothers Grimm       
READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!!!
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Alice at the mad tea-party     
by W.H. Walker
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I had a lovely party,       
      
with lots of tea and cupcakes,       
      
wonderful presents,       
      
handshakes and lots of kisses!       
      
I was really spoiled       
      
with friendship       
      
and       
      
best wishes for my  
      
Birthday..       
      
so Thank you All!!!
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Sulamith Wulfing “The Big Friend”.
This illustration was featured      
in Pete Sinfield’s album “Still”, 1973.
         
        
The fairies are dancing — how nimbly they bound!       
They flit o’er the grass tops, they touch not the ground;       
Their kirtles of green are with diamonds bedight,       
All glittering and sparkling beneath the moonlight.
Hark, hark to their music! how silvery and clear —       
‘Tis surely the flower-bells that ringing I hear, —       
The lazy-wing’d moth, with the grasshopper wakes,       
And the field-mouse peeps out, and their revels partakes.
How featly they trip it! how happy are they         
Who pass all their moments in frolic and play,         
Who rove where they list, without sorrows or cares,         
And laugh at the fetters mortality wears!
But where have they vanish’d? — a cloud ‘s o’er the moon,       
I’ll hie to the spot, — they’ll be seen again soon —       
I hasten — ’tis lighter, — and what do I view? —       
The fairies were grasses, the diamonds were dew.
And thus do the sparkling illusions of youth       
Deceive and allure, and we take them for truth;       
Too happy are they who the juggle unshroud,       
Ere the hint to inspect them be brought by a cloud. 
by Carolina Eliza Scott (1777-1853)       
art unknown to me
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This marvelous ministry of madness is the     
Alice in Wonderland themed restaurant in Tokyo.     
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This marvelous ministry of madness is the    
Alice in Wonderland themed restaurant in Tokyo.
Someone somewhere needs to do a full ranged,    
cross platformed, balls to the wall, video game     
themed restaurant. Master Chief as the     
maitre d. Mario and Luigi in the Kitchen.     
Advent children plays in the men’s room,     
which looks like a scene from Bioshock.     
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“I’ll have the Soulcalibur Salmon please.    
Soul Edge on the side.”     
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“And you ma’am?”    
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“I can’t decide between the Invincibility Code Club    
or the Pokemon Emerald Cobb?”     
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“The Emerald is one of our specialties ma’am.”    
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“Then I’ll get that with extra Venosaur and hold the Pidgeot.”
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Not to be confused with just plain old Snow White.       
This is another Brothers Grimm fairy tale, which is       
about a prince, who was cursed by a troll and transformed       
into a great bear, who is then saved by two sisters,       
Snow-White and Rose-Red.       
READ THE STORY HERE!!!       
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A Dream of Grace” by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law       
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A dream of mist:      
of ghostly shapes,       
of sauntering shadows,       
beneath moon's pale disk.       
      
A dream of trees:       
that rake the sky,       
of silent sentinels,       
a lattice of etched leaves.       
      
A dream of beauty:       
she glides with a grace       
of a leaf skirting the wind,       
silver moon-touched face.
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Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier, a retelling     
of “The Twelve Dancing Princesses”     
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High in the Transylvanian woods,      
at the castle Piscul Draculi, live five daughters       
and their doting father.       
It’s an idyllic life for Jena, the second eldest, who       
spends her time exploring the mysterious forest       
with her constant companion, a most unusual frog.       
But best by far is the castle’s hidden portal, known       
only to the sisters. Every Full Moon, they alone       
can pass through it into the enchanted world       
of the Other Kingdom. There they dance through       
the night with the fey creatures of this magical realm.       
    
But their peace is shattered when Father falls ill      
and must go to the southern parts to recover,       
for that is when cousin Cezar arrives.       
Though he’s there to help the girls survive the       
brutal winter, Jena suspects       
he has darker motives in store.       
Meanwhile, Jena’s sister has fallen in       
love with a dangerous creature of the Other Kingdom       
—an impossible union it’s up to Jena to stop.     
When Cezar’s grip of power begins to tighten,      
at stake is everything Jena loves: her home,       
her family, and the Other Kingdom she has       
come to cherish. To save her world,       
Jena will be tested in ways she can’t imagine       
—tests of trust, strength, and true love.       
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De Schoone Slaapster in het Bosch      
Mother Goose Fairy Tale.       
by J.G. van Caspel  (Dutch)       
(02-05 1870--06-02 1928)       
Talking to the Moon    
Trying to get to You     
In hopes you're on     
the other side     
Talking to me too     
Or am I a fool     
who sits alone     
Talking to the moon     
    
Lyrics Bruno Mars- Talking to the Moon
Fabulous Young Witch Flying Standing Up in the Woods      
--by Ida Rentoul Outwaithe       
      
Ida Rentoul Outhwaite was born       
Ida Sherbourne Rentoul       
in Carlton Victoria 9 June 1888       
– died Caulfield, Victoria 25 June 1960       
She was an Australian illustrator of children's books.       
Her work mostly depicted fairies.       
Outhwaite worked predominantly with pen       
and ink, and watercolour.
Outhwaite's first illustration was published by      
The New Idea in 1904 when she was just 15 years of age.