The Little Bookroom

In the home of my childhood there was a room we called The Little Bookroom. . . . That dusty bookroom, whose windows were never opened . . . opened magic casements for me through which I looked out on other worlds . . . worlds filled with poetry and prose and fact and fantasy. . . Eleanor FarjeonIn The Little Bookroom, Eleanor Farjeon mischievously tilts our workaday world to reveal its wonders and follies. Her selection of her favorite stories describes powerfuland sometimes exceedingly sillymonarchs, and commoners who are every bit their match; musicians and dancers who live for aft rather than earthly reward; and a goldfish who wishes to marry the Moon, surpass the Sun, and possess the World.