I read #2 and #3 before #1, and it’s clear that she’s been getting better and better. This one, #1, was no slouch of a book, though. Fabulous kids’ fare—ghosts and magic conch shells and pirates and one crazy old woman who sees what's happening in the apartment below through her glass floors—what an imagination Ms. Potter has! Does she get help from some childish ghostwriters (pun) somewhere?
I solemnly swear I’d have loved this stuff just as much as a kid as I do now. It makes me want to go pull some kids off street and read to them.
Kids deserve to be read to. And played with. And taken to parks and zoos and movies. I used to do it a lot and I’ll never, ever regret a single moment of it. Sometimes it feels like the one right thing that I did.
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