When I think back to the favorite books of my childhood, books whose tang of atmosphere and illustration are still keen in my mind, one of the first I remember is the series of English country tales known as the Brambly Hedge books. These picture books were so intricately illustrated and vividly told that I…
When I think back to the favorite books of my childhood, books whose tang of atmosphere and illustration are still keen in my mind, one of the first I remember is the series of English country tales known as the Brambly Hedge books. These picture books were so intricately illustrated and vividly told that I…
Editor’s Note: Sarah Clarkson first shared this lovely review here nearly four years ago. In it she spoke of a trip to England, a place she has speant alot of time since. In fact, just a few days ago she was married in Oxford. Sarah Clarkson is now Sarah Fink-Jenson! Everyone at Story Warren wishes our…
When I was nine years old, my family moved to the middle-of-nowhere, Texas. There, in the hundred-degree heat of my first Texas summer, I made friends with nature. Our new home was a worn, yellow house on two hundred scraggly acres of crackly grass, fields bristling with cedar, and low brown hills occasionally decked in…
Editor’s Note: This is an excerpt from the intro to Caught Up in a Story, Sarah Clarkson’s book which releases tomorrow! Get that. –Sam —– —– —– “What hero are you going to be?” my brother asked, as if the world depended on my answer. He was golden then, hair like sunlight, eyes…
A couple of days after Thanksgiving, just minutes before I left to take the visiting half of my family back to the airport, my brother Nate pulled me aside. “Can I borrow Peace Like A River?” he begged. He needn’t have begged, because he knew I would instantly grin and agree. The mention of that…
Two years ago, on a blustery October day just like the one out my window, I took a walk with six children down a country road near Boston. When it was over, I felt that I had sojourned in a different world and I almost hated to come back to my own. It wasn’t the…
