Perhaps your name has to be Timmy to appreciate this story: The first “book report” I ever wrote was on Lassie Come-Home by Eric Knight, when I was around 8 or 9 years old. The report was part of a letter I mailed to
my late grandmother, who we called Nanny, when she spent a month or so vacationing
in Monterrey, Mexico. She got me the
book before she left on her trip; I’ve
been reading, and often “reporting,” ever since. Note: in the book the kid’s name was Joe, when it was made into a television series is when his name was switched to Timmy. Lassie, a collie, will eternally be Lassie.

Okay, sorry for that long winded introduction. I recently gave her the graphic book Audubon: On the Wings of the World, a biography of John J. Audubon (her grandmother is into bird watching). She loves it, even though parts of the
narrative/graphics are rather dark, like when Audubon slips into hallucinations
during a long bout with “the fever.” The
illustrations are impressive -- a must considering the topic -- and the
narrative is on target. And did I
mention that I loved the book?
Recommendation: When
next you are looking for a gift for an 8 or 9 year old child, or for an old guy
going through his second (third, fourth) childhood – it’s a winner.
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