.
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.

~It’s Sunday ;o)

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.

READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!

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

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

--"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)

by Stanilaus Soutten Longley
(1894-1966)

~Chris Beatrice

 
www.chrisbeatrice.com 
 

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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.

..by Elizabeth Scott

~Quote

    

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

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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!
Source

READ THE GRIMM STORY HERE!

~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.

   

Jorinde and Joringel by Daria Azolina
~READ THE STORY HERE~

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

The Little Mermaid” by John Patience
~READ THE STORY HERE~

“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"

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


XXX HAVE A WONDERFUL WEEKEND XXX

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

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.

READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!
art unknown to me!

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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

~Quote

  
“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

When We Were Very Young
by A.A Milne (first published in 1924)

“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. 
(via)

Hansel and Gretel vintage illustration
Art unknown to me
~READ THE STORY HERE~

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

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

The Frog Prince
Art by Paul Hey (1867 1952)
READ STORY HERE!!!

~Book

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.

~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!