For me a good book involves being totally lost in a story and it never matters to me whether it is a book for children or an adult. I got lost in this beautiful story of Quil, Bailey and the other interesting characters that live in Hoopers Bend. The book begins with Quil finding a china mug with her unusual and not so popular name written on it.
I have been reading Pamela Allen books for as long as I can remember, her picture books are amazing and she is a favourite author of many Australian children and adults. Her books are engaging and sometimes funny, with familiar titles such as Who Sank the Boat? The Mr McGee books, and the popular (and very funny) Belinda. The newest addition to her collection, A Bag and a Bird features familiar places to children who live in Australia or have visited Sydney.
This is an interesting ABC book full of Australians, some recognisable and some less so that are considered (in one of Australia’s most recognised terms) Legends.
It’s School holidays here in Australia but storytime has still been happening at most branches of our library. Yesterday I had the privilege of taking a preschool session and we had so much fun. I had some really lovely books about bears that I wanted to read to the children so that is why I chose this theme.
It was clear in those early words that life for Kane, Sam and Angie was always about living on edge, their days filled with fear and placing invisible barriers around themselves as a means of getting through everyday. I felt my stomach sink and my eyes water as I read those initial perspectives from Kane and Sam, such intensity I have not felt before, the characters minds fueled with sadness and intense fear and mine also.
“We stand with out comrades, in salute to the fallen”
In writing this book, Mem Fox called her book a “Rhythmic, loving, friendly Australian book, about all the people who have come here to make Australia the lovely place it is.” I believe Mem has achieved this as she has captured the Australian spirit and more.
Hurrying. Scurrying. Always moving. Always busy. Always looking for a meal. Platypus is perpetual motion – never still.