(for Peter Hennessy)
The washing sways on the line, the sparrows pull
Image Cascade Publishing is proud to announce the release of:
The Sue Barton Series by Helen Dore Boylston! The seven book series includes:
Sue Barton, Student Nurse
Sue Barton, Senior Nurse
Sue Barton, Visiting Nurse
Sue Barton, Rural Nurse
Sue Barton, Superintendent of Nurses
Sue Barton, Neighborhood Nurse
Sue Barton, Staff Nurse
Please join us in welcoming this iconic series back into print! For the past nine years, this series has been at the top of the list of series requested by our customers. We know that Sue Barton fans, Helen Dore Boylston fans, and readers of nostalgic works will revel in reading and re-reading this captivating series with its lively, bantering dialogue; true-to-life characters; and realistic, descriptive scenes of a thriving nurse's life and career. In these fresh new softcover editions, we have recreated the original cover art and text of the series. The cover art for the first five volumes is the rarely seen work of Forrest Orr. The final two volumes boast the lovely, colorful Major Felten covers. Ms. Dore Boylston's heirs have approved these editions with resounding support and enthusiastically applaud the re-release of this popular series.
Me [Julia]: Do you want my opinion? I am not happy with the way things are going here. I hate the project idea [...]I was surprised by how much I enjoyed these little conversations. They make the book very friendly, and since the author is just as unreal to me, the reader, as the characters are, it didn't force my brain to switch modes of being.
Ms. Park: Actually, no--I don't want your opinion. In fact, I have to admit, this is weird for me. I've written other books, and only once has a character ever talked to me. You talk to me all the time, and I'm finding that hard to get used to.
Discover the world before The Wind in the Willows, the beloved classic by Kenneth Grahame--when the childhood adventures of best buds Ratty, Toady, Badger and Mole were just beginning! In this first tale, Archibald Toad the Third is used to having everything he wants to himself. So he's in for an unpleasant surprise when the new nanny brings her gentle son, Badger, to share in all that Toad Hall has to offer. Though Toady and Badger get off to a rocky start, they soon learn that having a true friend is worth a whole lot more than having all the toys in the world.
These were in most US library systems until fairly recently (they were published in American editions in 1970--)--if your library still has them, check them out now! They are great (I am not the only who thinks so. Lark on the Wing won the Carnegie Medal). Because they were reprinted both in England and here, and were in many libraries, it's possible to find copies at reasonable prices.
There are three other books about Kit's family--The Pavilion, Spring of the Year, and Flowering Spring. The first is about the efforts of various Haverard cousins to save a old building that's part of their family's history, the other two are about Kit's niece, who hopes to be an actress (these two books are set in the most lovely English village imaginable). I just checked to see what The Pavilion is going for (to see if I can quit my day job; I can't). There are still some affordable copies. However, Flowering Spring and Spring of the Year are very rare, so if you see one in any condition selling cheaply, grab it.
Emperor Qin's Terra Cotta Army, by Michael Capek (Lerner, 2008, 80pp).
"It seems that a vast room lies beneath the whole field. Terracotta pottery and metallic weapons fill the chamber. Yuan and the other archaeologists are overwhelmed. No one has found anything of this sort in China before. for that matter, no one has found anything like this anyplace else in the world."
Dragon
The air around me
burns bright as the sun.
I tell wild rivers
which way to run.
I'm arrow tailed,
fish scaled,
a luck bringer.
When I fly,
it's a flame song the world sings.
But you can ride safely
between my wings.
"My world ended with a bang the minute we entered the Compound and that silver door closed behind us.
The sound was brutal.
Final.
An echoing, resounding boom that slashed my nine-year old heart in two. My fists beat on the door. I bawled. The screaming left me hoarse and my feet hurt."
"The pattern," he murmured, frowning. "It-I don't know, somehow it doesn't please me."This one comes into my head a lot. And often it has spurred me on to make changes, to start again, even though it is hard.
"Now then, Wanderer," replied Dwyvach, "no man put a sword to your throat; the choice of pattern was your own."
"That it was," Taran admitted. "but now I see it closely, I would rather have chosen another."
"Ah, ah," said Dwyvach, with her dry chuckle, "in that case you have but one of two things to do. Either finish a cloak you'll be ill-content to wear, or unravel it and start anew. For the loom weaves only the pattern set upon it."
Taran stared a long while at his handiwork. At last he took a deep breath, sighed, and shook his head. "So be it. I'll start anew."