30 april 2012

suitcase .
I always bring a book with me wherever I go,
even if I know I won’t have a chance to read.
Just knowing the book is in my bag
makes me feel better.

29 april 2012

~It’s Sunday ;o)

The Garden of Paradise
There once was a young Prince who had so
many and such beautiful books,
that he could find them anything he wished
to know except where the Garden of Paradise was
to be found, and this was just what he wished most
to know. When he was a very little boy,
just beginning to go to school, his grandmother
told him that every flower in the Garden of Paradise
tasted like the sweetest cakes, and that the
stamens were full of the choicest wines.
On one flower there grew history,
on another geography, on a third tables;
so that whoever ate the flower immediately knew
his lesson; the more he ate, the more he learned
of history, geography, or arithmetic.


‘The Garden of Paradise’
- Hans Andersen’s Fairy Tales
Art by Letizia Picuno

28 april 2012

A library is like an island in the middle
of a vast sea of ignorance,
particularly if the library is very tall
and the surrounding area has been flooded.

by Lemony Snicket

27 april 2012

alice my world

--"I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir," said Alice,
"because I'm not myself, you see."
--"I don't see," said the Caterpillar.
--"I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,"
Alice replied very politely,
"for I can't understand it myself top begin with;
and being so many different sizes in
a day is very confusing."
--"It isn't," said the Caterpillar.
(in Alice in Wonderland)

26 april 2012

Stanilaus Soutten Longley

by Stanilaus Soutten Longley

24 april 2012

I love books.
I like that the moment you open one
and sink into it you can escape from the world,
into a story that’s way more
interesting that yours will ever be.

23 april 2012



I’d give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life’s decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer day.

~Lewis Carroll, “Solitude”
Art by Jessie Willcox Smith

20 april 2012

The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.

~by Joyce Kilmer
Art unknown to me!


19 april 2012

~Pooh …

Christoper and Pooh

1950 - author A.A. Milne's son, Christopher Robin,
sitting at home with his teddy bear.
Image by © Bettmann/CORBIS


All of the Original Pooh Characters Together
At Last in New York City in their permanent home
at The New York Public Library.
These are the very animals Christopher once
played with in Ashdown Forest (inspiration for
the Hundred Acre Wood), patches, rips, dirt,
and all. Some characters, like Rabbit and Owl,
were made up for the stories,
while little Roo was lost long ago.
Read more.

    Tigger Eeyore Kanga Pooh characters together in NYC

18 april 2012

17 april 2012

The Fortune Teller

The Fortune Teller,
or Beware of a Dark Lady
by Frank Cadogan Cowper, 1940 England

16 april 2012

15 april 2012

“The more that you read,
the more things you will know.
The more that you learn,
the more places you’ll go.”

~Dr. Seuss
Photo from the movie
“Miss Potter"

13 april 2012

  “I accept chaos.
I am not sure whether it accepts me.”
- Bob Dylan


12 april 2012

all night long

M D Spooner illustration
From Wynken , Blynken and Nod
by Eugene Field

11 april 2012

red shoes

In fact, the Red Shoes are never tired.
They dance her out into the street,
they dance her over the mountains and valleys,
through fields and forests, through night and day.
Time rushes by, love rushes by, life rushes by,
but the Red Shoes go on.

art unknown to me!

Agatha Christie 1890-1976 .
Agatha Christie
(September 15, 1890 - January 12, 1976)
“I myself was always recognized,
though quite kindly, as ‘the slow one’ of the family. 
The reactions of my mother and my sister
were unusually quick- I could never keep up. 
I was, too, very inarticulate. 
It was always difficult for me to assemble
into words what I wanted to say….
It was not until I was over twenty that
I realised that my home standard had been
unusually high and that actually
I was quite as quick or quicker than the average.
Inarticulate I shall always be.
It is probably one of the causes that have
made me a writer.”
by Agatha Christie, An Autobiography

10 april 2012


I’m honestly loving it  
“I declare after all there is no enjoyment
like reading!
How much sooner one tires of any thing than of a book!
-- When I have a house of my own,
I shall be miserable if I have not
an excellent library.” 
by  Jane Austen

9 april 2012

aa milne
When We Were Very Young

by A.A Milne (first published in 1924)

7 april 2012

Lancelot Speed
“The Lady of the Lake” by Lancelot Speed,
from The Legends of King Arthur and His Knights
(Frederick Warne and Co., 1912)

The Lady of the Lake is the most mystical character
of any in the Arthurian tales. 
Much has been written about her and the land
of Avalon, Ynes Affalon, which means the Land
of Apples.  Morgan le Fay is one of these women,
and she herself is a half sister of King Arthur,
an enchantress, healer, queen, and goddess.  
Morgana is sometimes regarded as one of
the aspects of the goddess Morrigan. 

6 april 2012

Hansel and Gretel

Hansel and Gretel vintage illustration
Art unknown to me

5 april 2012

Hunchback of Notre Dame
Postcard advertising
The Hunchback of Notre Dame 
at the Harris Theatre, Chicago, 1923 

4 april 2012

Carl Spitzweg
Books are like …

… lobster shells,
we surround ourselves with ‘em,
then we grow out of ‘em and leave ‘em behind,
as evidence of our earlier stages of development.

by Dorothy L. Sayers
Art by Carl Spitzweg

3 april 2012

The Frog Prince by Paul Hey

The Frog Prince
Art by Paul Hey (1867 1952)

2 april 2012


next full moon

The Next Full Moon by Carolyn Turgeon,
a retelling of “The Swan Maiden”

This thoroughly compelling, gorgeously told tale,
begins as the weather turns warm enough to
swim in the local lake, twelve-year-old Ava
is looking forward to a lazy summer, and her crush,
Jeff is most definitely taking notice of her.
Everything is going beautifully.
Until Ava starts to grow feathers—all over her
shoulders, arms, and back.
Horrified, mortified, and clad in a hoodie,
she hides out in her bedroom missing her dead
mother and worrying about the summer,
and the rest of her freakish life…
Carolyn Turgeon has a gift for imagining magical
worlds. In Ava’s case, this other-worldly place
belongs to the Swan Maidens, one of whom is Ava’s mother.
Ava goes back and forth between middle school
and this magical realm taking the reader
along for an exhilarating, extraordinary ride.

1 april 2012

~Sunday Poem


Heart of my heart, the world is young;
   Love lies hidden in every rose!
Every song that the skylark sung
   Once, we thought, must come to a close:

Now we know the spirit of song,
   Song that is merged in the chant of the whole,
Hand in hand as we wander along,
   What should we doubt of the years that roll?

-from “Unity” by Alfred Noyes
Art (unknown to me)
found HERE!