Results of the Kate Greenaway Medal in the year 2003.
When the Cinders family is invited to a grand ball given by the Duchess of Arc for her handsome son, Ella's vain stepsisters spend hours getting ready but poor Ella is left behind with only the cat for company. But on this very special evening there is more than a little magic in the air.
When Fox dies the rest of his 'family' are absolutely distraught. How will Mole, Otter and Hare go on without their beloved friend? But, months later, Squirrel reminds them all of how funny Fox used to be, and they realise that Fox is still there in their hearts and memories.
Beegu is not supposed to be here. She is lost. She is a friendly little alien, but Earth creatures don't seem very welcoming at all. Although so far she has only met the big ones . . .
A stunning, original picture book from one of the world's most exciting new author-illustrators.
Bob Robber only came out at night and the night had got into him. He could stand so still that spiders didn't notice him and spun webs around him, but he envied Dancing Jane's light feet and happy dancing. Bob Robber cannot dance and so he tries to steal her shadow.
This is a striking, poetic text matched with magical illustrations. It offers an older picture book audience a thought-provoking allegory of how simple goodness can overcome the darkness that can be in all of us.
Once upon a time there was an enchanting fairytale about a prince who was looking for a real princess to be his bride. The only way to tell whether the many princesses who applied for the post were really royal, legend had it, was to see if they would be able to feel a tiny little pea through dozens of luxurious mattresses as they slept. Only the princess who emerged the next morning complaining of the extreme discomfort in which she had passed the night, could possibly be good enough to be the prince's bride ... All well and enchanting, but has anyone stopped to think about how all this might have felt for the pea in question? No. So here, for the first time, straight from the pea, is the truth about this much-loved, oft-repeated fairytale.
The same family that had such an enlightening experience in Anthony Browne’s Zoo is now going to an art museum, Mom’s choice for her birthday treat. But wisecracking Dad and their two sons are skeptical about how much fun this trip will be, and they’re not quite sure what to make of the art. (“What on earth is that supposed to be?” asks Dad.) But, with Mom’s help, once the boys start really looking at the paintings, they begin to find what pleasures they contain. Most of the family leave with a new appreciation of art—Dad is just never going to get it—as well as a sketchbook. On the trip home, Mom teaches the boys—and readers—a drawing game, which one of her sons (this book’s author) has been playing ever since.
This new book is the product of Anthony Browne’s engagement as writer-and-illustrator-in-residence at the Tate Britain in London. There he worked with a thousand children from inner-city schools, teaching literature using the resources in the gallery—and playing the shape game. In his artwork for the book, he surreally transforms, in his signature style, some famous paintings in the Tate’s collection.
Two frogs are sitting on a lily pad and one of them has a stick. The stick, he says, is to beat off the dog. But there is no dog. Yet. So begin the trials of this hapless pair whose adventures build to a brilliant conclusion.
There are sneaking,
noises coming from
inside the walls.
Lucy is sure there are wolves living in the walls of their house—and, as everybody says, if the wolves come out of the walls, it’s all over. Her family doesn’t believe her. Then one day, the wolves come out.
But it’s not all over. Instead, Lucy’s battle with the wolves is only just beginning.