They watched, together, until it disappeared entirely from view. She settled, finally, upon the doctor. And she was so small. It does not make sense. In the end, there was nothing and no one in the world except for Adele, who stood alone at the window of her dream, waiting. I've ordered this book as it sounds delightful. And others who are affected by the elephant's sudden, magical appearance.
I haven't read this much children's lit since I was in elementary school. And then he barked again, louder. He spoke the words aloud to the ever-present dark, to the snoring Vilna Lutz, to the whole of the sleeping and indifferent city of Baltese. If Tomas had ever had a last name, he did not know it. This one is the best I have read in a long while.
It was a very large fish. And then he remembered the dream of Adele, the weight of her in his arms and the golden light that had been outside the door. I must try to cast the spell again. I think the prose is very lovely, and I don't always go for lovely prose, but this is funny, too. Could make for a wonderful—magical—bedtime story. How will the world change if we do not question it? The story is about a boy, Peter Augustus Duchene, who, on the way to buy fish and bread, spends his guardian's coin on a visit to a fortuneteller.
Will the elephant ever find her way home? Ask him for the smallest ones. This is the kind of book that sounds very good when read out-loud and is very lyrical. I will now detail for you the dimensions of an elephant. There is indeed an elephant. I am for ever in their debt.
It's more of an ambivalent, lullaby-esque kind of story, with just a little bit of hope instilled in you by the end of the book: that all will end well and what's seemingly impossible is possible in small, perhaps even uneventful steps, that can grow more and more miraculous; that there is magic in our everyday lives, and that all it takes is a little belief in the possibility that things can be better, to start it all. I look forward to more of her work of the caliber of The Tale of Despereaux and The Miraculous Journey of Edward Tulane, both of which rightly earned their places on our library shelf. But the night that the elephant had come crashing through the ceiling of the opera house, the manservant had remembered again, for the first time in a long while, the little white dog. And when he came to the Apartments Polonaise, he climbed the stairs to the attic apartment very slowly, putting one foot carefully in front of the other, thinking with each step, He lies; she lies; he lies; she lies. He remembered being in a garden at dusk. And you brought the elephant. And that maybe, just maybe, believing in the impossible is the best way to live.
I do not recall the last time I actually wept while reading a book, but I not only did while reading this one, I even know the page number that brought it about--but you have to weep on your own timetable, not someone else's! Had it been injured in its fall through sky, roof and thence onto the woman who occupied the seat upon which it fell? There were too many things that she did not understand. The story manages to capture the wonder of a child and a child's audacity to believe in the impossible. . But also love, and truth, and hope. He knew how to construct a song out of the nothing of day-to-day life and how to sing that nothing into a song so beautiful that it could sustain the vision of a whole and better world. In this story, though quite short compared to her other work, I fidgeted rare for me , trying to urge the story forward.
It was the snow that woke the dog. And in the silence he at last recognized them. He took the florit from his pocket. And then one day, on a battlefield near Modegnel, as the dog weaved his way through the horses and soldiers and tents, he was caught by the blast from a cannon and was thrown high into the air and landed on his head in such a way that he was instantly, permanently blinded. This is a fabulous book; but touches on more adult topics than her other books. Feeling separate is a universal experience. It is incredible that the elephant, who had arrived in the city of Baltese with so much noise, left it in such a profound silence.
Someone lies, but I do not know who. Absolutely wonderful, and just begging to be read aloud to the children in your life. It was snowing over the whole of the city of Baltese. She widened the doorway of her house to admit the elephant then allowed people to view it, captive in her house and the viewers in her thrall. Parents need to know that though this story can feel somewhat dark with mentions of death in childbirth, legs crushed, and a near-fatal fall, there are wonderful messages to discuss with kids about how honesty and forgiveness can set you free. This one is the best I have read in a long while.