When his wand's oak and hers is holly, Then to marry would be folly.
Continuing to build her historical universe of magic, J.K. Rowling has written this When his wand's oak and hers is holly, Then to marry would be folly.
Continuing to build her historical universe of magic, J.K. Rowling has written this wonderful collection of fairytales for witches and wizards. It's a Brothers Grimm-like stroll through tales that teach lessons, not only to children but to adults, too. For us Muggle readers, it's a nice treat.
The Wizard And The Hopping Pot A kind old wizard uses his magical skills to help his Muggle neighbors. But when he dies, his son inherits an old cooking pot, not knowing it will soon teach him a lesson he will never forget. Here, Rowlings also provides a history lesson in the fear that those with magic had to endure during the middle ages when their Muggle acquaintances would routinely watch the purebloods burn at the stake. Great start to the book.
The Fountain Of Fair Fortune There was a fountain that was enclosed by large walls and protected by magic. Once a year, between the hours of sunrise and sunset on the longest day, a single unfortunate was given the chance to fight their way to the Fountain, bathe in its waters, and receive Fair Fortune forevermore. This is a tale that can apply to anyone. Self-helpish.
The Warlock's Hairy Heart When a Warlock sees friends lose themselves over love affairs, he resolves to never allow that to happen to him. This was the most Brothers Grimm-ish of the tales. It delivers a sharpness that takes the reader off-balance. Whoop, there it is.
Babbitty Rabbitty And Her Cackling Stump A king wants to learn magic and a con-man becomes the royal instructor. This is very much a be-careful-what-you-wish-for story.
The Tale Of The Three Brothers This is the last selection and the most known one, as it was in a Harry Potter movie. This is also my most, most favorite tale of all these terrific tales.
I loved this book. As with Tolkien, Rowlings has created a world that goes beyond Harry and his friends. Well-written, each tale is followed by an explanation by Albus Dumbledore. I just wish there were more. Please, J.K., I want some more.
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I love artists, particularly those who can make me smile. This book features some of the inventive works by Will Bullas, who paints canvases full of a I love artists, particularly those who can make me smile. This book features some of the inventive works by Will Bullas, who paints canvases full of animals with a touch of mischief.
I have studied, enjoyed and painted so many Indian Runner ducks, that there isn't a place or predicament I don't think they can't improve.
He is definitely the Duckmeister, but every animal has a chance for fame.
THE NERD DOGS
He also paints humans, and this is one of my favorites.
The book's introduction is written by Doris Day, so that was fun, and the overall presentation is spot-on, with each picture given prominence. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with owning a Picasso, but I would rather own an original Bullas. If my ship ever arrives, it shall happen.
He never saw many White Christmases, as a boy in Wales.
Perhaps our winds were too wild and salty for the snow to get a grip.
But to future acting super He never saw many White Christmases, as a boy in Wales.
Perhaps our winds were too wild and salty for the snow to get a grip.
But to future acting superstar, Richard Burton, his childhood festive seasons (during the Depression) were fondly remembered as though they were indeed full of white snow. Like any boy, he had his own holiday rituals and he remembered going to bed sleepless and agog. In this very short remembrance of one particular Christmas, Burton tells us how he received a gift he would have never expected.
The wind, tigerish, now crouched, now circled, now menaced the bonfire.
This is a perfect stocking stuffer, a tiny Christmas book that can be held in the hand in the true spirit of St. Nick. Burton's story ends at page 24 and the rest of the book is a description of Burton's childhood and family, as told by his last wife, Sally Burton. It's this last section which is most interesting. Burton was the twelfth of thirteen children (his mother would die two years later after giving birth to the last child). His father was a miner, as were most men in the village, but little Richard would grow to love the English language and that gift would eventually transport him to a starry world he could never have imagined.
Long ago, far away from highways and city lights, where bright stars touched the tree tops and forest roots touched the edges of frozen lakes, two lit Long ago, far away from highways and city lights, where bright stars touched the tree tops and forest roots touched the edges of frozen lakes, two little bears sat on the steps of their woodland home.
Oh, oh, oh, I enjoyed this little Christmas treat! It brings the Nutcracker story together with Bears. Big, clawed, furry Bears. The very first Nutcracker I saw on stage had a dancing bear and that memory has long stayed with me, which explains why I was immediately attracted to this beautifully illustrated story.
Inspired by her camping trips to the boreal forest of Canada, illustrator Frances Tyrrell has created a magical world of various Bears who star in each of the Nutcracker roles. There are Panda Bears and Polar Bears and Grizzly Bears and Koala Bears, all performing special performances. There are also identifiers for each illustrated page, such as raccoons and Bear candy canes. And the details, as when Clara meets the Nutcracker Bear (all grown) and her claws are placed in a balletic pose.
This is also the first Nutcracker tale which doesn't vilify the little mice. Here, they are presented as simply trying to feed their children and families, so Clara effects a truce, thus earning the rodents' trust.
I've had this in my collection for, um, decades, but somehow it just kept missing me. Finally, I have grabbed it and finished reading it, though I triI've had this in my collection for, um, decades, but somehow it just kept missing me. Finally, I have grabbed it and finished reading it, though I tried to pretend it was going to go on forever (because I wanted it to never end).
This is Jenny.
She is the very proud owner of one round pillow (upstairs) and one square pillow (downstairs). Her treasured possessions include a bottle of eyedrops, a bottle of eardrops, some pills, a comb and brush, and a red sweater. But Jenny isn't satisfied.
I am discontented. I want something I do not have. There must be more to life than having everything!
So Jenny leaves home.
She learns she must gain "experience" in order to get a job. However, she certainly never dreamed of the type of experience she would, er, experience.
I was never a big Sendak fan, but this story is different. The drawings/engravings are simply the best, with the expressions and movements of a Sealyham Terrier perfectly captured. Jenny is a bit spoiled and more of a taker than a giver, which is why it is a good read-together for parent and child. The wee ones will learn that we must also sacrifice every once in a while.
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Earlier this month, thanks to a changed work schedule, I was working from home when I heard a scratching at the front door. It was noontime and my indEarlier this month, thanks to a changed work schedule, I was working from home when I heard a scratching at the front door. It was noontime and my indoor cat went running to the door and started scratching back. I opened the door and there was an emaciated, tiny, ginger kitty with a broken ear. This strange being wasted no time and walked right by me as though it owned the entire house. It quickly located the cat feeding area and next thing I knew, the stray cat had made himself at home. His extremely poor state meant he was either dying or needed some food or both. After some expensive visits to the vets, it turned out he was in his last days and my house became a hospice. I named him Macavity.
I mention this story because from his very first night, he demanded comfort and didn't want to be by himself in his little room after the lights turned out. The only thing I could think of to get him comfortable was to read to him. This was the book I took from the shelf. He sat on my lap as I started reading.
The night is long But fur is deep. You will be warm In winter sleep.
The food is gone But dreams are sweet And they will be your winter meat.
For two weeks, every night, I read this book of simple poems to Macavity the Hospice kitty. I re-arranged my routine to suit his, still hopeful that he would pull through, somehow, some way. He didn't, the vet was right, and when he died, I read his book of poems again. Though I only knew him for two weeks, I thanked him for choosing my home and for getting me to read these poems out loud.
For these are words that should be spoken, simple enough for any family member to remember. Even if that family member is a stray, emaciated ginger cat with a broken ear.
The cave is dark But dreams are bright And they will serve As winter light.
Sleep, my little kitty, sleep.
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I know what I'm eating the morning after Thanksgiving.
RUM OMELET Make plain omelet, serve on a plated silver dish, pour 1/2 cup rum over it, touch lighI know what I'm eating the morning after Thanksgiving.
RUM OMELET Make plain omelet, serve on a plated silver dish, pour 1/2 cup rum over it, touch lighted match to it, serve immediately. Be sure the rum is of good quality, or it will not burn.
Tis the season for food, food, food, and more food. Anyone interested in creating dishes outside the norm would love this collection of old French Quarter-style recipes, which are as fun to read as to cook.
Never boil your gumbo after you have added the filè, and be careful to sprinkle the filè slowly into the gumbo stirring all the while. Added too fast, the filè will lump.
Where does one start? Steamed Redfish with Creole Sauce Daube Glace Chicken La Louisiane Creole Jambalaya
And don't get me started on the desserts. No, let's not go there. Maple Parfait Biscuit Tortoni Charlotte Rousse Fluffy Pie
There are tips and tricks throughout, written for readers who lived decades ago.
"A SECRET" (To Make Celery Crisp As A Cracker) Wash and cut an Irish potato in about six pieces. Drop into a container with the celery - cover with water and place in refrigerator. It will crispen even old celery like magic.
Just make sure you don't read this at night, because instead of sugar plums dancing in your head it will be Gigolo Cocktails and Crayfish Bisque.
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