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Pebbles and bones: the nitty-gritty of telling good stories
My daughter, almost six now, is hungry for big books these days — she still likes a few pictures here and there, but they are not essential. And she loves a long, meaty story. Yet there are still picture books … Continue reading
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"If a writer, why not write?" in which A.A. Milne shows Eeyore traits and Dorothy Parker throws up
“The only excuse which I have yet discovered for writing anything is that I want to write it; and I should be as proud to be delivered of a Telephone Directory con amore as I should be ashamed to create … Continue reading
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