It wasn’t until Judith Kerr’s death this year that I put together the author of the classic picture books The Tiger Who Came to Tea and the Mog series with the author of When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit, a book I was captivated by as an older child. While I still remember parts of Pink … Continue reading Book review: Mog the Forgetful Cat by Judith Kerr
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BNsqZEKkzRQ Can we all acknowledge that the world of nursery rhymes is as grotesque and barbaric as that of Grimms’ Fairy Tales? We’ve got Humpty Dumpty, broken beyond repair. There are blackbirds which peck off noses, and did you know that the woman who lived in the shoe with all those children resorted to whipping … Continue reading Ally bally, Ally bally bee: the disturbing nature of nursery rhymes
The Woman in Our House is one of those thrillers which are to literature what Five Guys is to food. It’s a notch upscale from McDonald’s, so you kid yourself it’s not that bad for you, all the while knowing it’s really just junk. The reading experience is hurried, even furtive. Just as you keep … Continue reading Book review: The Woman in Our House by Andrew Hart
E's first flight, a deceptively calm affair. People warned me about travelling with a baby. More than twenty minutes in her car seat would surely be instantaneously fatal, if the forums I read were anything to go by. Bus and train trips were equally perilous, fraught with all manner of unknown risks, such as broken … Continue reading Travelling with a toddler: is the answer just not to do it, ever?
I chose this book at the library in a state of incipient panic, grimly determined that the outing would bear tangible fruit, whilst juggling an increasingly enraged baby. I knew it was several reading levels above her ability to comprehend, but I thought the name was cute and the cover looked charming! You would think … Continue reading Fluffywuffy by Simon Puttock: a review
I grew up in a pre-coffee shop universe. It seems almost impossible to believe now, but just as the internet was something you could access only when you’d been able to negotiate thirty minutes unfettered use of the phone line, there was a time and a place where your only hot beverage options were ‘coffee’, … Continue reading Sundays in Starbucks or: how I learned to stop worrying and love soulless corporate coffee chains
Around thirty years ago, Hairy Maclary scampered straight into my heart, where he has resided ever since. As one of my own childhood favourites, this was one of the very first books I bought for my daughter, when she was still watermelon-sized and bobbing around on the other side of my uterus. I had fond … Continue reading Review: Hairy Maclary from Donaldson’s Dairy by Lynley Dodd