As a child, I loved fantasy–The Chronicles of Prydain, The Dark is Rising Sequence, The Wolves of Willoughby Chase, The Wrinkle in Time Quintet–these were books I read repeatedly, happily losing myself in a world of someone else’s extraordinary imagination. In high school, I began to read science fiction as well but, in college, I abandoned made up worlds for books firmly rooted in our physical world.
Then, in 1991, I had my first child and, as I created a library for him and his siblings, I filled the shelves with fantastical children’s books. I loved Sendak, Seuss, Prelutsky who, along with so many other wonderful writers, filled their books with magic and myth. In 1995 my best friend’s sister, a children’s librarian, sent my friend an advanced copy of The Golden Compass. I thought–and still think–the book was astonishing. (She also, in 1997, recommend a book that was selling […]