This weekend whisks me up north to climb mountains, swim in rivers, jump off cliffs, squeel like a schoolgirl, get yelled at until I make a perfect swan dive and probably watch a bunch of musicals. I'm going on the yearly jaunt with my adoptive Slavic family!
This book looks like a grown up version of "the Stinky Cheese Man." Am I right? Am I revealing my youth?
Nevertheless, cannot wait to get it!
Found at Blood Milk
I need this book. I'm all about the plastic nature of fairy tales.
The Stinky Cheese Man? Sheesh, my youth was all about Charlotte's Web. What a difference a generation makes
Have fun in the mountains...
Michus...i knew you'd love it!
Dilettante...I think Charlotte transcends all generations. Fern was my imaginary playfriend growing up and my 3 year old has nicknamed me Templeton.
3 year old...NIECE! whew that was close!
Well, Templeton it is, then!
I have never seen a dustjacket which made me more fearful for its penguin - and one has seen this dauntless bird standing up to some pretty menacing titles. This one has the antic-chic Little, Brown adopt for JS Foer, now that it stinks in a bit, and might contain a review of his "Eating Animals" ..?
Have a wonderful weekend! The book looks fantastic. I will have to buy a copy for the title alone! xx
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