Happy weekend everybody!
Today I have a guest post from the author of this book that looks so adorable! She tells us about her favorite books as a child, those books that sparked your love for reading! If you have any young monster lovers in your life I think this is a book definitely worth checking out!🧟♀️🧚🏻♀️
The Jumble Sale
Zadi is part zombie, part fairy with a little bit of robot, which makes her a misfit monster. She lives with other misfit monsters, with their quirky parts in their makeshift town. They survive by hunting at the nearby hunting grounds taking items discarded by humans and making them into something useful. Hunting is risky because they could be captured by humans. Zadi is an excellent hunter and maker, but now she’s finding it difficult.
Something unusual has happened. There have been no new deliveries to the hunting grounds. This means there are no new items which can be used to recycle into something useful, and they are beginning to worry and fight with each other.
Can Zadi come up with a plan which will help the misfit monsters and bring them together as a community?
Enter the world of the misfit monsters, their quirky lives, and be part of their fun and adventures.
Purchase Links
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/45157244-the-jumble-sale?from_search=true
Author Bio –
Lily Rose enjoys world building and creating characters for these unusual worlds. She enjoyed creating the misfit monsters world, and is looking forward to writing more of their adventures.
Social Media Links –
https://www.facebook.com/Adventures-of-the-Misfit-Monsters-2072706829484684
http://www.misfitmonstersadventures.com
Guest Post
Audio Killed the Bookmark
The Influence of Childhood Books
By Lily Rose
I often get asked what books I enjoyed when a child, which I love to be asked! The question sends me down memory lane, and I love revisiting the joy of the books I read in my childhood, many are still favourites (something I would hope The Jumble Sale would offer to children who read it now!).
It’s not just the memory, many of these books are literally still with me, sitting in my bookshelf. The pages might be a little yellow from the passing of time, and the covers are looking tired. But there are no dog-eared pages (I always used a bookmark, though this usually was a little piece of torn white paper), or ripped pages, and the spine might show the cracks of multiple readings, but they are still in good nick – and very much remind me how they brought me joy when reading as a child.
These days, when I walk past my bookshelf I see these childhood books. I might not have time to pick them up, or to re-read them once more, but just seeing them sparks memories, not just about the story or the characters but also what I was doing at the time. Adventures of the Wishing Chair by Enid Blyton was read on the school bus trip, from the farm into town. It helped pass the time on the dusty roads of many school trips. I wasn’t on the school bus, instead I was exploring curious worlds with the characters, Mollie and Peter. The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by CS Lewis, offered a similar escape. The trip to and from school became my reading time when I fed my imagination through these stories. I also loved an Australian classic, Gumnut Babies by May Gibbs, where my imagination was captured with her words and I could see the scary Banksia men, and the little babies born from the eucalyptus trees. How I wished I had my own chair that could fly, and my own wardrobe that would take me to another world. Then I could step into these worlds of magic and fantasy and explore.
When I was a little older, I loved reading the Trixie Belton mystery series. I borrowed books from the library, from friends, and they became a way to help pass the summer break. My dad even got on board, and brought me some of these books, which I cherished, and of course still have in my bookshelf. Summer on a farm is a busy time in Australia. There’s the harvest, Christmas, New Years, and then shearing. There wasn’t time to read. Somehow, I found time to in between helping dad, in the evenings, laying on my bed trying to ignore the heat, I would escape into a mystery and help Trixie Belton solve it.
These childhood stories, and characters have stayed in my heart as I grew up, and it’s always good to be reminded of the joy that they not only brought me then, but also now.