Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Fairy Hunters Ink. by Sheila A. Dane, Joseph R. Dane, and Rose Csorba

Fairy Hunters, Ink. is a magical book, not just for children!

Join Ashley, Laura, Turtle, and Big Rabbit on their adventures of looking for fairies!

Make sure you "pepper" Ashley before you get started. She needs to shake out all the mischief that her fairy whispers in her ear time to time.

Fairies are everywhere! You just have to know where to look.

Sock Fairies - You know those socks you can never find a match for? Well, the odds are a sock fairy has made a home in one. And if it has a hole in it, all the better! With a hole they have easier access in and out of the sock.

Button Fairies - Button fairies will party in your closet if you let them, so make sure your buttons are sewed on tight!

Blue Bottle Fairies are my favorite. The fairies are tinged blue, but they are constantly rubbing the glass of the bottle; shining it up so they can see their reflection.

There are all sorts of other fairies entrancing book. You have to believe to see! The illustrations are beautiful! I've shown a few here, but you can go to Sheila A. Dane's site here to see more from wonderful illustrationist Rose Csorba!

Also - here are a few excerpts to whet your appetite!

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About the Author:

As a child, I used to lie in the grass and look up at the clouds and wait for angels to appear. My angels were pretty fierce—I attended a Southern Baptist church, what can I say?—but I looked for them nevertheless.

I used to have a book that I carried around with me until it was ragged and falling apart. It was a book of woodland plants and where you could find fairies. I looked everywhere. I don’t know that I ever “directly” saw one, but I would have told you they were real.

You might think I’d have grown out of this by now. I am, after all, 53 and my mother told me I would outgrow any number of things. But I didn’t. I still believe in fairies and magic in every day life.


Three years ago, I met a young girl named Ashley. She loved wearing my capes (I am fond of drama in my wardrobe, so I have lots of capes) and I loved her intrepid spirit. She rides horses, does gymnastics, and swims like a fish. She is braver than most adults I know. So I wrote her a book. This is the first one. It won’t be the last one and I hope the next one is as true to her spirit as the first one is.

I hope you believe in magic too. A day without magic is a dreary place, indeed.

2 comments:

  1. Hi Wendy!

    Loved your review! Wasn't a sweet book?

    My only complaint was the antiqued pages. They were beautiful, but under the pictures, it would have been nice to have a white background edged in the antiqued look. The pics would have been much more vivid, would have really popped.

    Dottie :)

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  2. Sounds adorable. I think my daughter and I would both love it.

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The old grey donkey, Eeyore stood by himself in a thistly corner of the Forest, his front feet well apart, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, "Why?" and sometimes he thought, "Wherefore?" and sometimes he thought, "Inasmuch as which?" and sometimes he didn't quite know what he was thinking about.

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