"One night, after thinking it over for some time, Harold decided to go for a walk in the moonlight." So begins this gentle story that shows just how far your imagination can take you. Armed only with an oversized purple crayon, young Harold draws himself a landscape full of beauty and excitement. But this is no hare-brained, impulsive flight of fantasy. Cherubic, round-headed Harold conducts his adventure with the utmost prudence, letting his imagination run free, but keeping his wits about him all the while. He takes the necessary purple-crayon precautions: drawing landmarks to ensure he won't get lost; sketching a boat when he finds himself in deep water; and creating a purple pie picnic when he feels the first pangs of hunger. http://www.goodreads.com/
Due to the district benchmarks, the library will be closed this week (as well as next week for the Thanksgiving holiday), but that doesn't mean that access to books is limited. On the contrary, our e-books are available at all hours, days, from all locations. Use our cyber-book lounge at our website to find some awesome books to read at home. View our magazines from our website here, or simply click here to search for our list of available e-books. Enjoy the break and your favorite book in the comfort of your own home.
Went for a ride in a flying shoe. "Hooray!" "What fun!" "It's time we flew!" Said Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle was captain, and Pickle was crew And Tickle served coffee and mulligan stew As higher And higher And higher they flew, Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too, Over the sun and beyond the blue. "Hold on!" "Stay in!" "I hope we do!" Cried Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too. Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle too Never returned to the world they knew, And nobody Knows what's Happened to Dear Ickle Me, Pickle Me, Tickle Me too.
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How to make pickles here!
There are very few words in this delightful book. Even before the title page we are aware that frogs—one frog at least—is levitating in the marsh. After the title page, we join a pond turtle as he looks up in amazement. The book proper begins at sundown where text says: "Tuesday evening, around eight." By now frogs, on their lily pads, are flying through the air.
The frogs start flying solemnly at first and then with increasing glee as they fly through the town, entering houses, startling dogs and one man enjoying a midnight snack. The time is the only text given as the night continues. As dawn approaches, the pads and the frogs they bear fly lower and lower until the pads fall to earth and the frogs leap back to their pond, leaving the villagers to wonder at the lily pads left behind. The last page gives the time as "Next Tuesday, seven fifty-eight p.m." and we see shadows of flying pigs on a barn door.
This is a picture book which appeals to a wide age range and its possibilities are endless. It's an example of puzzle (rather than crime) mysteries. http://www.carolhurst.com/titles/tuesday.html
IL: LG - BL: 3.0 - AR Pts: 0.5
