I only wrote my children’s literamature article a couple of hours ago, and already I’m a bit embarrassed by it. I think I muddled it up a bit in trying to get my intent across. Perhaps I’ll write a response to it some time, but in any case, here is a review of the book I had mentioned:
The Scarecrow and His Servant
A children’s fantasy novel by Phillip Pullman
score: ***** outta five
“And you know, you were quite right about my brain,” the Scarecrow said reassuringly. “I don’t miss it at all.”
What to do when you, an inanimate object, stuck in a muddy field, are suddenly gifted with life? When a chance lightning bolt grants you something so mysterious and complex? Why, seek adventure, of course!
What do you do when you meet such a creature? When you are a boy with no prospects and no family (thanks to the wonders of war), with nothing to him but his wits? Why, become his servant, what other choice do you have? Read more of this post