Showing posts with label Barefoot Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barefoot Books. Show all posts

Sunday, 3 February 2008

Busy days

Jessicat and I have been sharing a mix of new books and old favourites so far in February. :

Rosie's Walk - Pat Hutchins. A book with almost no text, requiring some storytelling skills on the reader's part. Bright illustrations that Jess likes to look at.

Elmer's New Friend - David McKee. Did you know that he also wrote the TV series Mr Ben? I only found that out through an article in The Times recently about children's TV.

Cleo and Caspar - Caroline Mockford. Another treat from Barefoot Books.

What Can Rabbit See? - Lucy Cousins. Interesting to see a character in a book who needs to wear specs!

Meg and Mog Touch and Feel Book - Helen Nicoll. For some reason, Jessicat loves to point out the cauldron. Goodness knows what she makes of the concept of a witch!


Jess can now come downstairs by sliding on her tummy, and is rapidly becoming more confident at sliding backwards of the sofa. She had her MMR injections a few days ago, so I am a bit apprehensive about what that might lead to. She has been quite "full on" today, so I am looking forward to getting her off to bed shortly and sitting down with Heat and Private Eye.

Friday, 23 November 2007

Some of Mum's reading as well

Some of the books Jessicat and I are enjoying together at the moment include:

Mr Bear Says Let's Go Outside - Debi Gliori. Another one from the series we both love. Jess enjoys looking at the last illustration of Mr Bear in front of the fire, and pointing to our fire (sadly not a pine-scented log affair).

Follow the Fish - Mandy Ross.

Dear Santa - Rod Campbell. Well, it's nearly December!

"Where's the Cat?" Stella Blackstone. Jessicat loves this book so much that I am considering ordering some from the Barefoot Books range for her Christmas stocking.

Ghost - Luke Depondt.


I have an admission to make. At the moment, I am reading Philip Pullman's Northern Lights. I can't believe I left it so long, and can only plead that pregnancy and the rigours of motherhood kept me too busy to read much. This is one of the best books I have read, ever. I am genuinely frightened of Mrs Coulter and cannot believe that I am so absorbed and gripped by a fantasy novel - normally a genre I avoid. I am savouring the novel, allowing myself a chapter a night. It is like a fine wine to be sipped I think, rather than a drink to be gulped back. I wonder if Jessicat will ever want to read it?