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When Susan opens a strange library book, she discovers it is about her and her friends, leading up to the moment when she opened the book. The seventh and concluding volume in the series called "truly magic in a reader's hands" by Jack Gantos, Newbery Medal winner for Dead End in Norvelt.Īll books are magic, but some are more magical than others.

St Joseph's University (Brooklyn Voices Series).

Just kidding… I’ll be too busy reading the first book ( Half Magic). If you do give this a try (or a re-read) let me know so I can spend far too much time gushing over it with you. (After all, your cat won’t mind your atrocious impression of a pirate accent.) His stories are always safe, innocent fun (in this case, there’s always a talking turtle to save you if things go horribly wrong) and would be perfect to read aloud to your kids, niece, or even your cat if there’s no one else. He manages to poke fun at tidbits of human nature, particularly the way that children think about things, in a way that is perhaps even funnier to me now as an adult looking back. Perhaps it’s the humor Eager is playful and even a little absurd at times, but he’s also quite clever. After all these years, I couldn’t remember most of the plot, so I tried a few pages to see if it was worth all the nostalgic and sentimental feelings the cover evoked, and it certainly was.

I fell in love with the book as a little girl devouring the story of four kids who are lucky enough to end up living by an enchanting, wish-granting lake for the summer… and rediscovered the charm when I was doing a bit of bookshelf spring-cleaning. Second in the Tales of Magic series, it continues the adventures of siblings Jane, Mark, Katherine and Martha as they find themselves “cavorting with mermaids, outwitting pirates, and–with the help of a cranky old turtle–granting a little magical help to the one person who needs it most.”

Magic by the Lake is a children’s book first published in 1957 (not an especially big year for children’s literature, but it did bring us The Cat in the Hat). The one that I make sure finds its way into the first load in the washer, so I can wear it again as soon as possible. It’s been a while, this isn’t Christian Fiction, and it isn’t even Monday!– but I don’t care, because this book made me feel as if slipping back into my childhood imagination, optimism, and sense of “silliness” is about as easy and comfortable as slipping into my favorite sweater. Post on the same day of the week, they say. Well, here I am, breaking all the long-established rules of good blogging yet again! Post regularly, they say.