When I was a little girl I had this book on tape, and reading it invokes memories of a warm rich voice washing over me with adventurous tales and tantrums and friendship. I love it. I used to make rice mixed with butter and pepper; or apple, honey and cheese cubes (don't ask) and curl up with a book and a cushion behind the chair in the sunroom, where the 70's orange glass walls would turn everything warm and yellow. I bought a copy a few years ago, but it was not as gorgeous as this beautifully bound one. Look at those blossoms!
You can see it here, along with other gorgeous books. I want to run my fingertips over the fabric and embossed letters. I want them all.
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