It's not my regular day to blog, but I felt like it and decided to go for it, despite the schedule.
Look at me. I'm a rule breakin' rebel lady.
On Monday, I wrote about being a child kleptomaniac. (That's an exaggeration, but I did write about my childhood thefts.) And thinking about that got me thinking about something else: the book I always WANTED to steal from the school library, but never did: A Woggle of Witches by Adrienne Adams.
Stupid teenage brain.
I just loved this book. Loved it beyond all reason. (I mean, it's basically a picture book. On the surface, there's nothing especially special about it.) But then... there are the illustrations. Gorgeous, painterly and sort of home-spun at the same time.
And the prose! The story opens with the following:
"In a dark, dense forest the witches live,
sleeping safely in the branches of tall trees..."
I mean, come on. That's good stuff, right there.
I can't think of a single children's book that better captures the creepy wonderfulness that is Halloween.
I almost wish I'd stolen it when I had the chance.
(Just kidding. I'll just find a used copy online.)
Happy haunting, y'all. I just love this time of year.