Rooftoppers: 10th Anniversary Edition

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Sad, child, but not stupid. It is difficult to believe extraordinary things. It’s a talent you have, Sophie. Don’t lose it."It is difficult to believe extraordinary things when you're an adult. But children can, which is why Katherine Rundell's wonderfully fanciful book won both the Waterstone and Blue Peter prizes for children's literature when it came out in 2014. By the same token, it is difficult for an adult to review; we can celebrate the times we share a childlike delight, certainly, but how can we be sure that when it gets a little repetitious to us, it is not in fact drawing the child reader even deeper into its spell? urn:lcp:rooftoppers0000rund:epub:142c8f23-6393-4216-9a78-489236c13019 Foldoutcount 0 Grant_report Arcadia #4281 Identifier rooftoppers0000rund Identifier-ark ark:/13960/t0zq4mv97 Invoice 2089 Isbn 9781442490581 Lccn 2012049469 Ocr tesseract 5.0.0-alpha-20201231-10-g1236 Ocr_detected_lang en Ocr_detected_lang_conf 1.0000 Ocr_detected_script Latin Ocr_detected_script_conf 0.9635 Ocr_module_version 0.0.13 Ocr_parameters -l eng Old_pallet IA18494 Openlibrary_edition Loved Charles her guardian. Did not love the ending. Really, that's it? What happened, mom? You've got some 'splaining to do.

CELEBRATING 10 HIGH-FLYING YEARS OF THE MULTI-AWARD-WINNING MODERN CLASSIC, FROM THE AUTHOR OF THE EXPLORER Finally, it's absolutely unbelievable. Yet another reason it bothered me but probably won't bother elementary readers. From a plaque on her cello case, Sophie believes that her mother lives in Paris, so they decide to travel to France to escape the authorities who want to take Sophie away from Charles. I loved this quote, which takes place when a lady from the authorities comes to their house to say that Charles cannot look after Sophie because it really shines a light on Charles' character: "Your powers of observation are formidable," said Charles. "You are a credit to your optician." They have to travel very carefully to avoid being caught and Sophie has to cover her head because her hair is described as "being the colour of lightning" and therefore very recognisable. Rundell’s writing is a thing of beauty, smooth and elegant, easy and utterly charming. She created a wonderful and magical story, full of love and unconventional beauty. It is almost impossible to describe why this book feels so much like a classic, but it does. Books like Rooftoppers are extremely rare and I’m eager to share it with the people I love.

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Sophie looked down at herself. She fingered the material. It felt quite normal to her; still a little stiff from the shop, but otherwise fine. "How can you tell it's not a girl's shirt?" she asked. Katherine Rundell's charmingly lyrical style is dotty in the way Charles is dotty. In the London section she seems interested mainly in conversations, which have a high quota of witticism (wearing a skirt, Sophie looks as if she's "mugged a librarian") and aphorisms (lawyers have all "the decency and courage of lavatory paper"). In general, her metaphors are determinedly original. Such verbal showiness, though entertaining, has the disadvantage of showing up the misses as well as the successes, and in the early stages the story has the contrived manner, but not the solidly exciting matter, of a fairytale.

several times the claim is made that women rarely play the cello. I am not sure what the intended timeline of the story is, but I would like to point out that my favorite virtuoso on the instrument is Jacqueline du Pre. I feel it would take quite a bit to make me want to scramble around on Parisian rooftops. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared of heights in any way, and the views… well, they’d be pretty incredible, wouldn’t they? The setting moves between the rooftops of London and Paris as our charming pair of criminals run from the authorities who wish to take Sophie away. Behind this, though, is the search for Sophie's mother and all they have to lead the way is the cello and it's music. I think it takes a certain kind of writer who can make the ordinary seem extraordinary with a few sentences and capture your imagination and encourage you, if only for a little while, to see the world in a slightly different way than you’d normally do. And Ms Rundell’s definitely that kind of writer.Think of nighttime with a speaking voice. Or think how moonlight might talk, or think of ink, if ink had vocal chords. Give those things a narrow, aristocratic face with hooked eyebrows, and long arms and legs, and that is what the baby saw as she was lifted out of her cello case and up into safety. His name was Charles Maxim, and he determined, as he held her in his large hands - at arms length, as he would a leaky flowerpot - that he would keep her. there is nothing i don't like about this book. and there is no way i can do it justice. an extended quote is the best i have for you.