February16th
My book is Five Children and It by E. Nesbit, published in 1902. It’s a novel of ‘careful what you wish for’ episodes featuring a family of children – Anthea, Jane, Robert and Cyril and their baby brother, the Lamb (Hilary) – who find a Psammead, an ancient, wish-granting Sand-fairy. There are two further titles with the same characters, The Story of the Amulet, and The Phoenix and the Carpet. Read More | Comments
February9th
The book I remember most fondly from my childhood would have to be Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows.
I’m not sure how old I was when I first read it, but I must have been quite young because I remember it as being my first ‘big’ book and I also recall feeling a sense of accomplishment, as well as a little amazement, the first time that I managed to make it all the way through to the end. It probably remains the only book from my childhood that I’ve re-read a number of times over the years.
One of the things that made WITW so memorable for me was that it was my first real experience of reading a story that drew me completely in to another world – the world of the woodlands and the riverbank. Right from the start, I really wanted to be there with Ratty and Moley ‘messing about in boats’ and in a way of course, I was. Whenever I reached the end of the story and turned that last page, the magical world of WITW was one that I always regretted having to leave. Read More | Comments
February2nd
Foz made a splash debut in 2010 with ‘Solace and Grief’, and followed it in 2011 with ‘The Key to Starveldt’, both powerful and moving horror/paranormal tales.
From the moment my grandmother gave me the first book as a ninth birthday present, I was hooked on the Redwall series by Brian Jacques, which follows the exploits of various mice, squirrels, otters, moles, shrews, badgers, hares and other woodland creatures attached either to Redwall Abbey or the mountain of Salamandastron. Though aimed at a middle-grade audience, I loved the books so fiercely that I continued to read and re-read them right through to university, so that for nine whole years, they defined and dominated my reading habits. Read More | Comments
January27th
Kate is the author of the much loved ‘The Chanters of Tremaris’ series.
There is a very particular thrill in discovering a book that seems to have been written just for you and nobody else in the world. When I first read Peter’s Room in my early teens, I felt a shock of recognition, and a secret delight so strong that it seemed almost wicked. Read More | Comments
January19th
Justin is the author of over 30 books for children and young adults, including the hugely popular Extreme Adventures series.
I grew up in a house of books – well, three houses really, since the family moved twice as it grew larger; and the books went with us, of course. There’s a black and white photo of me, aged about 2, posing in front of our old blue Kombi during one of those moves. The rear of the Kombi is stacked with books.
Although you can’t see their covers, somewhere in that 1950s mobile library are the two Jungle Books, by Rudyard Kipling. I had the good luck, several years and one house-move later, to share a bedroom with my two elder brothers. Billy was a keen reader and an even keener story-teller, and often after lights-out he would recount to Philip and me a second-hand version of what he’d been reading that day. And this is how I first became acquainted with Mowgli’s wolf pack, with Shere Khan the tiger, with Baloo, Bagheera and Kaa; and with (always my favourite) that brave little mongoose, Rikki-Tikki-Tavi.
When I was old enough to read the stories myself, I rediscovered the Jungle Books through Kipling’s own voice and those of his characters – and enjoyed them all over again. And I still do. I have a 1932 hardback copy of The Two Jungle Books , still with its slip jacket, that I found in a Sunday market 12 months ago and which I dip into from time to time. But in my heart, I still enjoy Billy’s version best.
Justin’s latest book is ‘Mission Fox, Horse Hijack’ from Puffin 2011. Find out more by visiting Justin’s website: www.justindath.com
January12th
Leanne Hall
Whenever I’m in a second-hand bookshop, the first thing I always do is go to the children’s shelves and look for a copy of Jacob Two-Two Meets the Hooded Fang by Mordecai Richler. But I’m not looking for just any copy; it has to have the original 1970s cover with illustrations by Fritz Wegner. Jacob Two-Two is still in print and can be ordered from the US, but only with very ugly modern covers.
Look at that! Isn’t that a magnificent cover? Doesn’t the Hooded Fang look ferocious? Aren’t you wondering why he’s wearing such a revealing dressing gown?
Jacob Two-Two is the youngest of five children, and feels so disregarded in his large rowdy family that he finds it necessary to say everything two times. This lands him in a pile of trouble when he offends a local grocer by asking for `two pounds of firm red tomatoes’ twice. Before Jacob Two-Two knows it, he has been tried before a very unsympathetic judge, and incarcerated in the dreary Slimer’s Isle prison that is ruled by the terminally cranky Hooded Fang. Luckily for Jacob, the intrepid Shapiro and O’Toole (who bear a suspicious resemblance to Jacob’s brother Noah and sister Emma) from child liberation organisation Child Power have a plan to spring all the children from the jail. But Jacob Two-Two also has an anonymous helper and friend within the bars of the prison… Read More | Comments
January5th
Today’s Guest Blogger is Ian Irvine, one of our foremost fantasy writers and the author of the best-selling ‘Three Worlds’ sequence.
We didn’t have TV until after I finished the HSC, in 1968, and my primary form of entertainment from the age of 4 was reading. I devoured books, thousands and thousands of them, indiscriminately, and the books I most enjoyed were tales of adventure and derring-do in exotic places.
Among them, many of my favourites were the Biggles stories from the Second World War. And of all of the Biggles books, the one that stands above all others is Biggles in the Baltic, first published in 1940. Read More | Comments
December22nd
Today’s Guest Blogger is Penni Russon, one of this country’s most admired writers for young people, with works as varied as the lyrical ‘Undine’ trilogy and Girlfriend Fiction.
I have just excised a 300-word introduction listing all the books I won’t be talking about – for to choose one favourite is to neglect several cherished friends from childhood. However, the novel I am actually going to write about is The Wind in the Willows by Kenneth Graeme. As an adult I can raise all sorts of ideological issues with this book, probably the main one being the almost complete absence of female characters (apart from a laundress who furnishes a cross-dressing Toad with his getaway gear). This is a motherless world; it is a narrative of masculine encounters. These are English gentleman loafing about the countryside dressed up as toads and badgers and moles and water-rats and otters, with the lower classes lurking in the wild woods: weasels and rabbits and stoats. Read More | Comments
December15th
The first time I saw a Goosebumps book, I fell in love.
I was eight, and the fact that the title was written in blood-like lettering and contained the words ‘Dead House’ meant that it was instantly the coolest thing I had ever laid eyes on. And once I’d managed to get past the hypnotic front cover, I found the story was even better – haunted houses, monsters, and everything that was scary-but-not-too-scary-for-an-eight-year-old. I was in horror heaven. Read More | Comments
December8th
I wolfed these Paul Jennings’ stories down when I was about nine years-old. Unreal was so different to anything that I had read before. Read More | Comments
