This kid in my class was only 11, but there was a sort of world-weariness about him. Life was tough. Where the Wild Things Are reminded him of his former innocence, even as it spoke to his inner fierceness.
Classic children's heroines Anne of Green Gables and Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm share nearly the same story, but from two different points of view -- and it's those differences that turn out to be most interesting.
The very idea of designing intricate mythologies and elven languages and pronouncing Celeborn correctly would've seemed vaguely unwholesome to a middle-aged Midwesterner at the turn of the 20th century. Indeed, the orginal Land of Oz was not a place of winged monkeys.
In Jane and the Stillroom Maid, The Devonshires provide the emotional flourishes, Mr. Collins provides the comedy relief, and early-19th-century medicine the fascination that drives this increasingly dark murder mystery.
Is the internet killing book reviews? Will blog reviews soon replace the long lengthy columns we've come to love in the New York Times? As a reviewer, will I no longer find neat, book-shaped packages in my mailbox?