The Strangest Pinocchio I Know

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about illustrated books for children (as opposed to picture books) in all their various forms. And since I’ve a penchant for nostalgia, I often think of my youth and the illustrated novels I read then. The mid to late 1980s were an odd time for illustration in general. For whatever reason, fantasy illustrators who worked primarily in the field of adult literature would occasionally show up on the covers of middle grade, or what passed for YA, titles at this tim...