‘She had never felt less afraid. Perhaps, she thought, that’s what love does. It’s not there to make you feel special. It’s to make you brave. It was like a ration pack in the desert, she thought, like a box of matches in a dark wood. Love and courage, thought Sophie: two words for the same thing. You didn’t need the person to be there with you, even, perhaps. Just alive, somewhere. It was what her mother had always been. A place to put down her heart. A resting stop to recover her breath. A set of stars and maps.’
Rooftoppers, by Katherine Rundell
The Fox and the Star by Coralie Bickford-Smith is a beguiling, enchanting fable of Fox and his only friend, Star.
Star is always there to light the path through the tangled thorny forest for Fox, but one night, Star simply vanishes and Fox is all alone and afraid in the dark night.
The writing is deceptively simple yet poetic and the patterned illustrations are gorgeous. Together they make a magical read.
As soon as I held this wonderful clothbound book, I had to have it (the dangers of being a bibliophile). If you find a copy, treat yourself to it. The Fox and the Star is a book to treasure.
Have you read it yet? What did you think of it?
Fox called out to the forest, to the trees and the leaves, to the beetles and the rabbits, to the tangle of thorns and the life he had left behind: ‘Where did Star go?’
The Fox and the Star, Coralie Bickford-Smith