‘THERE was once a velveteen rabbit, and in the beginning he was really splendid. He was fat and bunchy, as a rabbit should be; his coat was spotted brown and white, he had real thread whiskers, and his ears were lined with pink sateen.’ A rabbit is for life, not just for Christmas, as the … Continue reading
I love seaside books. Books about long empty beaches, old towns stuck in time and mysterious things that wash up on beaches. Or pop out of clam shells, like the toy twins discovered by young Mary in William Nicholson’s practically perfect The Pirate Twins. Published in 1929, around the time of Hergè’s Tintin in … Continue reading
