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 An idea without action is like a song without vocal. Corine Timmer, Faro, Portugal 

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Daddy Long Legs (Book Review)

Geplaatst op 24 maart, 2019 om 10:15 Comments reacties (1)

There are not many bookstores in the Algarve and those that exist have a limited English section. So I tend to read children’s picture books in Portuguese. While shopping this morning a bright yellow cover grabbed my attention. Papa das pernas longas ( Daddy Long Legs). Yellow always works well. Here is my review in English.


When Matthew’s father’s car has trouble starting, Matthew thinks they may never get to kindergarten. Worse still, what if they get there but the car won’t work in the afternoon? How will his father pick him up? Matthew is so worried that his father won’t be able to fetch him that he keeps asking him questions to reassure himself. The patient father’s answers get more and more imaginative until Matthew is satisfied. One thing is clear, nothing will stop Matthew’s father from fetching his son. The quaint illustrations depict the father’s rich imagination and the fresh colour palette enhances the positive mood of the story. A comforting father and son story suitable for any young child with separation anxiety.

 

Daddy Long Legs

Written by Nadine Brun-Cosme

Illustrated by Aurélie Guillerey

Ages: 2 to 6

First published by Nathan (Paris) in 2015


Published in Portugal in 2019

Portuguese edition

ISBN: 9789897078699

Edição ou reimpressão: 02-2019

Editor: Fábula

Idioma: Português

Dimensões: 219 x 271 x 9 mm

Encadernação: Capa dura

Páginas: 32



8th Halloweensie Contest (second entry)

Geplaatst op 29 oktober, 2018 om 17:10 Comments reacties (0)

It´s tIme again for Susanna Leonard Hill´s Halloweensie Contest. YAY! 


Snap Apple Fright (99 words)

By Corine Timmer (second entry)



On the night of All Hallows’ Eve,

Granny Smith a plan did weave.

Ever since the village kids’ foolery,

Her thoughts had grown ultra-delusory.

Dressed in rags and a witch’s shawl,

She sneaked into the village hall.

In the cauldrons her apples were nodding.

Their plan would surely get somebody sobbing.

She injected each apple with cochineal cream,

A potion so red it could make you scream.

When the villagers flocked to the feast,

Granny Smith escaped on her beast.

In a shiver of wind she could hear the howls,

And all the little devils threw in their towels.